Lighthouse On The Shoreline

There’s a shore where a man sits in isolated solitude.
In sheer wonderment,
an optical illusion taunts his eyes with more water than the sea;
It reminds him of waterfalls.


He is provoked by a vessel, fine as she could be;
She sails into his private sunrise,
under a steaming sun, on a lonely afternoon,
and threatens to leave him one cold and devastating night.


Silence;
An expressionless face stares aimlessly.


A secular phenomenon of biblical proportions,
thrusts childishness into maturity.


Rays illuminating other worlds,
now produce only the shadow of a glare;
Humbled by a simple ray of light, anger wells in his heart.
Furious rage soon begets an embarrassing confusion;
He comes to terms with impotence, and sighs in disbelief.


The main mast of his fading ship can catch his eye from a thousand miles.
His hands attempt to motion a limp-wristed wave;
Regret shimmies off moonlit waters in broad daylight.
Crashing emotions make waves against the rocky Pride below,
To navigate through one of Seven Deadly Seas is painful:


This is a showcase of what occurs when lighthouses refuse to communicate;
They cannot rescue lost ships.