Lighthouse Keeper

The morning sun glitters on my window,

Sparkling in the rain,

Dropped like constellations,

A winking beacon to my love.

Flashing messages across the perilous seas,

Etched in pane,

Running in streams of anguish

Through a cold, grey sea.

Transmission fades with the clouded sky,

An advancing day to occupy my mind –

Whilst my heart swings like flotsam,

Comforting itself in a message sent

Before shipwreck.