Vast beauty like moonlights reflected on sea,
Ripples of lights and rains droplets,
A strange swell a feeling discourages me,
Feeling of hope rising on this wave full of ambuigity.
In darkness, this light, a lighthouse stands alone in the sea,
Eroded rubble lands on the shore,
Like a message in the bottle, some loud plee,
Calling SOS, a calling of rescue, calling me.
Frozen in time, frozen like ice,
Thawed in the heat, powered with no deceit,
Powered by some far away island,
Filled with mazes, puzzles and mystery.
With this mystery a great understanding of me,
As you shake and you pull at this coconut tree,
such a strong exterior, solid and calm,
but crashes, cracks and spills out, crying.
And to mop up the tears that mix with your fears,
And with those fears that bring great strength,
To swim single handed through the crashing waves,
The deep seas, the battering gales through to this breeze.
This calm, in your paradise, the woods that surround
Little cottage, with the moat of a stream,
Welcoming the one that you’re longing to see,
To reciprocate the help given to me.
I shall give it all back, and make it up to you.
