The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse

 

 

 

 

 
I stand daily yet

By the beacon of my hopes

Looking out to kindred sea

 

And I wonder if you are near

Or lost in this swirling mist

That rushes past at every dawn

 

I stand daily yet

Gazing at these invisible ropes

Prancing ominously without demand for fee

 

And I wish you were near

To chase away my emerging insane twist

Hack off the testy feet of a run

 

Hear me! O kindred soul

Buy me time in a jar of hope

So by this strobe I can eternally wait

 

18/12/2011

Ohmston Weth

 

 



4 thoughts on “The Lighthouse” by Ohmston Weth (@ohmston)

  1. ‘Buy me time in a jar of hope’, my best line.

  2. Nice imagery..you do well brother

  3. Hey, nice one here. I enjoyed the poem. Really deep and touching.
    Would only suggest that you consider adding ‘s’ to the ‘sea’ in line 3.

    Well done!

  4. … great lines…

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