We came across it
unexpectedly.
The lighthouse rose timeless,
so solid, so still,
stood and almost watched
as the light turned,
from dusk to cloudless 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 agreed 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 the salty air.
Silent, yet powerful,
bright and all wonderment,
not quite an all seeing, all revealing eye,
yet somehow just for us,
our friendship unspoken,
a safekeeper’s light
ever turning, returning,
reliably ablaze.
Unraveling 