The Lighthouse

Photo by Jason E. Hodges

 

It seems

Someone

Something

Is watching us

Each step we take

Watching our every movement

Within this tower of

Sea guiding light

With its painted black stripes

Spiraling upwards

Into the crystal blue sky

The higher we climb

With each step we take

The more we feel their presence

Is the lighthouse guardian

Still walking these grounds?

Or

Is it the mariners?

The ones

Who never made it back

From the sea

From the dark water and waves

Tossing their boat about

Like a twig

In the eye of a hurricane

Are they now here beside us?

Yes

Someone

Something

Is watching us

I feel their eyes from the other side

Peer through the void between our two worlds

The gaze of the ones not living

Can be chilling indeed

Once you realize their eyes have falling upon you

For

Only your primal senses can feel them

You have no way of knowing

If they’re looking with lust

With love

With hate

With curiosity

Because we’re all just trespassers

In their eternal haunts

Until the day we cross over 

And watch what once was ours

Discovered by the next to walk

In the footsteps we walk today