The lighthouse watches over trembling waters
whispering secrets only the ocean
knows how to keep.
Ominous rhythms pulsing in twilight
like lost forgotten dreams
mapping patterns on the restless night.
Sky falls to pieces
and each fragment spins tales of warmth
and cold voids.
Where do shadows fall when time
stands still like a gaze in twilight's embrace?
Fragments of whispers, leaves, moths,
the tang of metal on languid breath,
—disguised in syllables, hidden in waves shape the unforming.
Yonder?
Through the gears of these days fluff-stuffed
memories slip through,
unstoppered vessels casting troublesome default hues
upon the stream.
Will you remember the lighthouse
when all it does is observe?
Stay or wander, the answer lies yet undone.