My son has ears filled with lightIt is filled so hard with light itShuts out the noise. I pray he heals of blindness,but times like now, I forget,see he’s a lighthouse,A lantern room and prism, 1000 watt candle,Mercurial sunsets and rise, it’s colours spread likeInk in the horizon. Sometimes there is blindnessSo the rest of us can hear the light. A heartbreaking strategy, butThis keeps me, ha ha, a lighthouse keeper!