My beacon light sweeps the horizon,
Illuminating the waves.
Crashing on the knifing rocks.
Vanst and endless ocean,
majestic yet deadly,
my breathing rises
and falls with the waves.
The sea sighs,
she's as lonely as me.
She's vast, dark velvet, blue
and I jutting white,
protruding from her shores,
admidst deadly teeth.
Again my light sweeps across her surface.
Picking out each crestfallen wave
as they dive down to the sorry shipwrecks.
Every night I hear their creaking frames
crying with loss
and I'm filled with sorrow.
The clouds clear and the sea she mirrors the sky,
each star duplicated on her shimmering skin.
The moon (narcissi) admires his reflection,
as I, lonely, stare out over her.
The moons reflection bright and proud
puts my beacon to shame.
I sheild my light for I am shamed.
Blind ships skim the night for I am shamed.
He spites me.
She cries for me.
And I sleep for another day
still in love with the oceans.