Lighthouse Waning
How strong
The once guiding light
When the inclement weather of the mind
Was soothed by the heart’s beam
When unexpected winds did howl
When tempest warnings did not abate
How steady did the light of warning remain
‘Twas the captain of the mast-less vessel
That allowed the buffeting and swells of darkness
To crash his stalwart courage into but splinters of mistakes
Survival on the shores of new ventures
Such irony.
Ron