Blinding light penetrates your every thought

Continues on through the time pitted glass

Into the depths of the night’s dark abyss

Powerful lens in constant rotation

Radiating

Warning

Seeking

Slow motion strobe turns every vision pure brilliant white

Until the red dark black circular room returns

For a brief moment

Reality check

Ablaze again the mind races with perspective

Slowed only by the curved perception

Of the backside of a light beam

The finish line lying at the bottom of a steep spiral

A dizzying trail of stony stairs that corkscrew down

To the rusted doors that seem to lock you in

For even when thrown wide open

Your light blasting away at the shadows

Reveals only emptiness

As your mental radar probes the horizon

Seeking a reflection

Proof that you are not alone

Fearing the day the arc burns itself out

And the keeper no longer returns to replenish

The tiny carbon stick that gives you life

For only in that darkness can you see

The other light houses

Dotting the treacherous coastline

Of your small world 

And that really scares you

Copyright 2011 Patrick Granfors