The lighthouse

On volcanic rock near Eastern brook Proud yet silent remains, a hollow pillar of white with candy red stripe Beckoning home the restless, through the iris of light From hence they came At first with smiley whites Pass the Cape of Storms Through blistering ill winds Cutting through flesh and bone In the dead of night Through the unknown, uncharted weaving bosoms of old, you sail Beguile by the fool hearted with promises of unequaled wealth Adventurous you’re spirits grew Too blind, too soon Lessons learned, but soon forgotten In search of gold, more gold Steered by maidens fair and bold Now you taste the salts of old You’re precious cargo now spilled on lands of pearly whites In vain the keys of hearts awaits for the lost few with promises made On the highlands and cliffs of Dover Perpetual the gaze on salty exterior Like the hollow pillar of white with the candy red stripe Waiting, forever waiting Oblivious to futile hopes the moonlight grew loud, louder In sync with the falling shards of the infinite broken hearts Yet still rotates a beaconed eye through cosmic spheres of time