The Lighthouse

The horizon in front of me

Suddenly illuminates my heart

With colours of summer heat

Refreshing my tired eyes

I heard the call and I came

To hear once more its chant

Those gentle waves that taunt the coast

A musical story compose

A song that I cannot replicate

Cannot forget nor able to write its notes

A slave I feel, hypnotised I stand

And simply enjoy the serenade and the night

As enchanted and bewitched I am

I am able the magic understand

Perhaps is the song of the sea

To Marina’s gentle mind

The promise of being together

Sun, moon, sea, sky, stars

Everything encapsulated is in my eyes now

So I stand here and admire

Trying to take it all in

A glimpse of paradise

 A glimpse of my memories

A glimpse of years gone by

A glimpse of who I am

Past and present they all unite

The sunlight starts to sets now

Marking the main star resting time

A man made light of hope

Shines from the lighthouse

And as I walk following the path to the town

Think of the woman who gentle loves me

The one who sends me her thoughts

“Take my hand and walk slowly,

Walk forward breath in the breeze

Take everything that you see and hear,

Take it very deep in your heart,

Tell me later as we talk,

Was it better now or when you walk the path as a child?”

She asks

Tidal passion I feel now, as I trace the steps done many years ago

When with the innocence of a child adventures many I thought

As I walked the same path, the cape, the perilous reef along the ocean’s verge

As I sat and looked for ships, imagining voyages wild

Last but not least the dimmed light start to shine stronger

The lighthouse now takes centre stage in my mind

Witness of many welcomes and farewells

Witness of many dreams gone by

The lighthouse also guides me

In this trip of reckoning, one that was called by my heart

And what I will find? I am not sure but I know I will understand

In my thoughts I think of her, and I whisper her name

I make the spiritual call, with hope to be heard I call for her love

Then I sit and admire everything encapsulated, a bubble is life

And I am inside it, watching everything disappear in the horizon

Sea, sky and earth becoming one, everything dark

With only one thing guiding the path

A man made light of hope

Shining from the lighthouse

Agua Clara August 1st 2010