Lighthouse

The desperate soul tries to survive,
But ancient hope it can’t revive,
The waves are suffocating.

The sea is dark, heavy and deep,
Calling him to eternal sleep,
Calmly and surely waiting.

From high above, the sky cries tears,
Hunger and lust the sea reveals,
And pilgrim winds are blowing.

Nothing to see but sealed fate,
Long gone’s the tiny ray of faith,
Not even stars are glowing.

Exhausted eyelids start to close,
Sweet memories the soul recalls,
One final breath inhaling…

But what’s the light crossing the sea?
Salvation! No! Yes! Could it be?
It pierces through the darkness.

With one more struggle, one more try
It gives its final battle cry:
The will to live awakens!

The light is pulsing, vivid, strong,
The soul knows where it now belongs
And fights, its hope arising.

It struggles, following the light,
Its path now clear, shining so bright
And thus, it meets salvation.

– Patricia