Lighthouse

Lighthouse…

Anchored near the shore
A singular feature rises high
Angular, straight and sure it appears
Built to stand in storm and rain
What the ocean conveys
The lighthouse endures

A beacon at night, a lance in the day
Lonely standing, above watery ways
A random wind from there on the shore
Causes a shudder not heard from before

A creak and groan the foundation’s asunder
Outside it seems the lighthouse is fit
Only inside can you detect
That a mortal calamity has occurred

To look from afar, all seems light
You must look deep inside to know it’s not right
That event which no one predicted has
Shattered the lighthouse…and yet you can’t tell

Still it stands lonely and bright
Awaiting each day to block out the night
Fearing that someday
Someone might notice that all is not well

The lighthouse awaits
For the return of the wind
That made everything different
And made no difference as well

Inside it’s like ice
Too cold and too brittle
The will to stand is all that’s left
Against the wind that threatens it

Clear as you see it upon the cleft
No strength remains
There is only the image
Of what was once there