The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse

The girl was a lighthouse
always beaming blaring light
through the night
and choking fog
she was a beacon to some
and a warning to others
and then, only when she could be seen

But for those who landed on her shore
and stayed through the night
eyes adjusting
to the light
they saw she was not just a lighthouse
like any other
tempting ships to land
on empty landscapes
but rather a village, filled with artisans and thinkers,
factories and cafe's
buskers and carnivals and streams and ponds
mountains and valleys
dips and peaks
modern furnishings and valuable antiques

Those who looked past
the blinding revolving eye
could see she was prompting others
not to pass by
and admire her island
like some exotic gallery
but
to really SEE her
and understand that she
is a village, a girl, a friend, a sister, a daughter,
ME