The Light House

Winding silhouette ivory reaches for wonder

carelessly; from a world of ancient sand we watch-

On silence we coast

a narrow drowse;

We browse for answers

On the shore;

And sure enough, we find a rorschach shell;

Held to our ears it whispers, “look to what you love”-

tonight stars spill their astral strokes;

a sudden scintillation brokered by eternity;

thrown around like two marbles in a jar, our eyes salivate;

craving and clawing for new succulent hues-

cosmic footpaths streak across the inky waves above;

I see some intersect in blooms of porcelain light;

The closest push your eyes, I can’t quite feel the farthest grow fading-

Ivory silk spreads from above on the blank;

Stretching long ways, sideways and always;

walking the stars, tread light and be calm-

remember the sand, cozy in curling toes;

remember the sensations when you join the dancing colors; On the days when a spotlight is your only have-

remember the silence, when we could have made something; remember a time when between us was nothing

when life was forgetting

and we were forgetful