Upon a dark and starless night
As clouds occluded bold moonlight,
A foghorn sounded ‘cross the sea
A sign of what the future be.

Atop the sandy dune ashore
The lighthouse on the sandy floor,
Stood silently, beneath the sky
No sound or echoes stirred nearby.

Then, all at once, a violent crash
As waves of water rushed and splashed,
Onto the coast, but why... none knew
Yet, to the beach the sea foam flew.

The sky, once black, became bright green
The oddest shade that one had seen,
The wind howled like a wolf at bay
Upon the sand at end of day.

The lighthouse, sturdy, shook and swayed
But what, that night, chose to invade,
The sea, once calm, now etched with fury
With only God, the Judge and Jury.

When would this beastly storm subside
When would the stillness reach the tide,
Would it be soon or maybe never
To leave these settings here forever.

The seaside storm raged on and on
For five long days, the sun was gone,
Still unknown why the storm commenced
The casualties were quite immense.

The lighthouse that for years had stood
Was washed to sea, like old driftwood,
Left only were the memories
That came before the vicious breeze.

The seaside storm has come and gone
And life has proven to trudge on,
But in the minds of all who knew
The thought of that storm still shines through.

In reflections of that starless night
When clouds occluded bold moonlight,
And life as long had been the norm
Surrendered to the seaside storm.

© 2005 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection