As a lighthouse stands

So does the storm cometh

horizons beckon

Ships cross unknown boundaries

Sailors strive

Souls shatter

and return

Listening always for the foghorn

to blow.

Some let the light go from

their heart like they

have hidden elements burning deep inside.

Light is not an easy thing to bear

Even though it is a natural element

of the soul.

I was a ship sailing

tired and lost in the

fog of my ignorance

his belief came in the form

of a ray.

A lighthouse stands on

the edge of Earth and sea

surrounded forever by

unforgiving ships, who don't

see the light.

Some become lost in their own storm.

Often I scaled up his solid stairs

only to sit near his wisdom

knowing always he was just as broken

as me.

But his tower seemed higher and

I wanted to reach up to where his spirit

dwelt soaring, gazing the sea for

lost ships.

As the light circles, and foghorns blow

shadows followed the long

Eminent and lucid beam

Even when the storm of illusion reigned high

Never did his light cease to flow.

KLF 2006