The lighthouse keepers

We came across it
the lighthouse stood timeless,
so solid, so still,
stood and almost watched
as the light turned,
from dusk to silent night.

It had been a long, hazy day
whilst visiting friends,
you know the kind of occasion,
we’d chatted and eaten,
laughed at each other’s points of view,
disagreed on almost all else,
but agreeing to walk
to the other island side,
taking a route off the usual way.

And there it shone from stone,
a golden light glowing
in the fading chill of salty air.
Silent, but powerful,
bright and all wonderment,
not quite an all seeing eye,
yet somehow just for us,
our friendship unspoken,
a keeper’s trailing light ablaze.


2 thoughts on “The lighthouse keepers

  1. nectarfizz says:

    There is a new peace in it new? I feel something calming here.

  2. Matt says:

    Bekki, it’s a poem I actually wrote way back in November, 2000 when I first started writing. I thought I’d post it as it was written in the same month, albeit 8 years ago. đŸ™‚

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