I don't think this really is about a lighthouse, y'know. I'm not even totally sure the lighthouse keeper is even employed as one.
One day the light will no longer turn to meet you
One day the light will no longer turn to meet you
Drowned books.
Dashed on broken bones,
Split out at weird angles.
Corpse shallows.
Heaving in seaweed swell.
The Sadness took them.
Can’t you tell?
The sky is falling in, isn’t it.
Someone should check outside.
Where's light?
Where's light?
The lighthouse keeper says:
"One day this turns away from you"
"One day you will be left in the dark"
Wound tracks.
Silver laid ice spines.
Over laid down sleepers.
Paper cliffs.
Words rubble down below.
Fell off trembling hand.
Spider ink vibrato.
A happy pose for a photograph.
Smiles keep only on the film roll.
No blinking.
No blinking.
The lighthouse keeper says:
"One day this turns away from you"
"One day this shines on you"
"One day this leaves you in the dark"
"The smile will snap closed.
The sky will fall in.
The lid will snap closed
The earth will fall in"
The lighthouse keeper says:
"The lighthouse shows us pulsing as what we are"
"One day the light will believe you"
"One day the light will leave you"
"One day the light will no longer turn to meet you"
"One day you will be in the dark"
Light blinks across books,
Corpses, travels and paper cliffs,
Collapsed skies.
Collapsed skies.
The lighthouse keeper says:
"I am getting older, and I am in pain"
"I will one day go and leave you"
"You’ll think the sky is falling in.
You’ll have to go outside to check"
"Go outside and check"
"The sky is where it has always been"
CODA
Everyone ends.
Hasn't a chance.
Still, you are the sunrise in me.
A Tempest breeze.
Rough ground in a church yard.
Detached trusted light.
Rough ground in a church yard.
Detached trusted light.
Betrayed song of a strained life.
You are the stone sunrise which gets me up.
