THE LIGHTHOUSE.....

The Lighthouse

 

Sailing on a black velvet night

I seek the warmth of harbor lights

Absent tonight are heavens beacons

as my schooner is buffeted beyond reason

 

No turning back to wait for morning

I face cold mortality in bitter winds

As this ink black night forecasts sorrow

to all on this oceans harsh flow

 

The frothy tops of windblown waves

like monsters from deep graves

lament and spray ice cold spit

as the mast is snapped into bits

 

I've travelled too far on this voyage

to flounder and to death acknowledge

So, through salty spray stinging the eyes

I search for the lighthouse before I die

 

Then, above the swells a light flashes

A rogue wave on my port side crashes

and drives the bow under greenish seas

I'll remember that lighthouse as I sail into eternity

INN at SUNRISE POINT.....

Inn at Sunrise Point

 

Our stay was lined with velvet

during days that passed seamlessly

From one into another and yet

each was so different and gay

 

We avoided life's grinding strife

while recalling our youthful mischiefs

 The morning sun rose upon our lives

during those days beyond belief

 

Within this landscapists dream

we found shelter in Homers cottage

and from our porch witnessed vistas serene

a painted canvas to remain in minds pages

 

The Inn at Sunrise Point provided this taste subtle

that fed our essential joy of mood

during our stay that lacked bustle

and filled our souls with spiritual food

THE INNER CIRCLE....

The Inner Circle

 

There's a knock on the moonlit door

within the castle, it's heard for sure

the alert gatekeeper looks thru his filter

At the weary road worn player

 

The gatekeepers filter bubble rejects all

but the inner circles personal call

to recognize the evolution of play

or stand outside to forever stay

 

The line between friendships classic face

and the inner circle becomes an established place

where differing thoughts cannot enter

to suggest play with individual joy tender

 

Those rituals within the circles core

exclude tribes that profess truth and more

and true Democracy never really exists

as the circle destroys all outsiders who persist

 

The bubble cannot be easily penetrated

it rejects all play styles recommended

and the roots of its yellowing stalks

slowly expire from lack of mature talks