Waves crash against the sea wall of souls as a beamed light gleams over, over, over, a tower so high- impossible to climb, but the man inside looks down upon us and watches for the coming

I don't understand why he doesn't warn my vesseled heart of the danger, the rocks, but then I remember he has- he did, he stewarded the light which shines over, over, over- it was only by ignorance, or blindness, or darkness of night that I could not see what was coming.

I crash against the sea wall, rocks, with the sea. I light shines- over, over, over.