Wednesday, October 14, 2009
To the Lighthouse!
The ocean is a fickle bride,
wild waters swim before our eyes,
but surely that's a light
twinkling on the distant side.
We have sailed so far together,
long into the everlasting night.
Even the seas of stars
have long since disappeared from sight.
We have held fast together,
lost in swathes of fog, then
hurled from home by storm.
Who knows where we'll land, or when?
Now, though eyes may be failing,
to the east see the gloom start paling.
Silhouetted against a rose red sky,
we sense the lighthouse looming high..
This picture shows what remains of the Nineteenth |Century cast iron lighthouse at Whitford Point on Gower. This and part of the sound track of 'The Motorcycle Diaries' were the starting point of this my 62nd birthday poem.