leanasidhe

At the end of the promontory, bathed in a pale gray light A carefree wisp of a girl walks, her hair blowing in the breeze As she quietly struggles up the cliff face to the shining beacon Where her father works alone in the strong, majestic tower She thinks about the ship that just last week calmly sailed Out of the safe, enclosed harbor into the hungry ocean She places a soft little hand upon the warm, worn stones Of the tower as she skips around to the wooden door Framed by dewy green branches of shiny leaves The tower's light had just received a new lantern When the sudden winds from the north had overcome The brave little pinnac

they were so quiet staring with glass eyes beckoning         me           forward through a hallway of alabaster arms --at the end, a Grandfatherly smile-- come in, my child, come in... i'll buy you a balloon for some candy, come in, come in... ahead of me the moon cavorted over foaming waves of milk behind me, no one but whispers of breathing and sighs... you should be asleep by now, come in, come in...