Miles away
And further still
You are from me.
I am happy
But homesick.
I long for the lighthouse
Standing tall by the cliff side
With waves crashing on the rocks.
Your words and actions
Are the key
To the padlocked door
Staring back at me.
On the surface
The grained wood is playful
And flirty
But its depths and contents
Lost to me as I can only wonder.
My heart is held prisoner
At the top where the light
Does not shine on my ship
Fighting in the seas.
I can imagine the end
But I will not see it
Before it arrives
Smashed against the rocks
Beneath your feet.
It must be a long and winding
Lonely staircase.
So won’t you let me in,
My dear lighthouse keeper,
And we can climb it together.