They used to pass here
Illuminated by my bright light
Basking in its glory
Safely being led into harbour
Their path clearly cut out by me
They used to pass here
Back then when I was young and sturdy
Some even used to stop and caress me
Casting those envious glances…
My days were glorious, my nights joyful
They used to pass here
Talk about me in lands afar
My beauty preceded my praises
I was the epitome of essence sublime
I knew I’d live forever
They used to pass here
Well, they still do pass here
With their mouths shut and eyes straight on
Their back stiffer than my trunk
They now call me a landmark
They used to pass here
I can’t blame them; it’s my light they craved
The light that no loner shines
The light that went with the my keeper
Oh, I tremble at his memories
They used to pass here
When my keeper was always here
I remember…
Of his touch as he caressed my mantle
Of his breath as he fanned my wick
They used to pass here
They still pass here
They look but don’t see me
They no longer tell stories of my miraculous light
They don’t know of my gone keeper
They used to pass here
Now I plead with my lenses
To look for my keeper, to bring him back
For what’s a dark lighthouse for anyway
If not to confuse the sailors?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really enjoyed this poem...it was very creative...stunning! Hugs, dee