Lighthouse

   

Buried secrets lay,

I know,

in the earth, at your feet,

locked and kept, in a treasure chest, from me,

stowed away,

like pirates, at sea through tempestuous

nights;

galleon, rocking, in the pale starlight,

and the sight, of land,

up ahead,

waves crashing, and a sense of dread, all hanging from

your life and limb…

But if I call you: ‘dock, and let me in’, I can make a harbour

of my arms,

you can shelter here, until the waters calm, and draw me

a map

to seek,

all the mysteries of which

you do not speak; and you can trace

the roads

on my skin – marking the place you should begin

and all those you must etch with an ‘X’,

sweet gems

and riches blessed, with the sacred

sign of a kiss: here lies,

under this,

a secret of the earth,

and the name of a god,

called out through the deepest fog,

to light the way,

it will clear and brighten the darkest day, and reconnect

ships that have gone astray in

confusion

and angry storms…

on the horizon, a silhouette will form,

a touch and an honest caress,

a lighthouse,

in the darkness, for solace,

in distress.