The Lighthouse V

"It isn't a thing to think", he said

Just a gazing

The surface and the light

The endless unseen possibilities and, oh

Aren't we so absolutely here, now?

The water gently heaving

Or frozen underfoot

Of all the days, these days shine

Like fireflies in the dark

A lighthouse beam through fog

Desert flowers in bloom

As disparate oases

And then there was the gardener:

Green thumb and a boom to blossoms

Hers alone, the forge and the fire

The rain of things that grow

But where is she now?

Our garden's all writhen and greyed

Her secrets lost today's glimpsed, but not grasped

No map could show the way

And so we watch the sails unfurl

Bare and born, the wind and sun

Gazing out beyond the break

The surface and the light

All the days shone brightly then

And we were that what wept for the sea