Saturday, 9 October 2010

The Lighthouse (A poem by C.A. Powell)























Within and about are your tiny Gods,
Seeking guidance against a ferocious factor,
That is sometimes serene and heavenly.
You are the sentinel that stands mighty and strong,
But the patience of the moody element is enduring and long.

Great monolith glowing through stormy night,
Sweeping beam around splashed rocks,
Saving little Gods in ships on tempestuous seas,
While standing mighty against driving rain,
Time and the elements continue to gain.

One day your foundation will wither and crack,
The fickle constituent seeping into the imperfect gaps,
Your age will tell before that, that is heartless and cold.
Gradually your resolve will crumble as time consumes more,
Relentless, unforgiving, driven to the drenched floor.

But for now, continue to serve little Gods,
And reign for the moments that will come to pass,
Against she who is patient and cruel.
Be lord over the passionate green sea,
Pretend to be Neptune for your little Gods like me.


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