It is filled so hard with light it
Shuts out the noise. I pray he heals of blindness,
but times like now, I forget,
A lantern room and prism, 1000 watt candle,
Mercurial sunsets and rise, it’s colours spread like
Ink in the horizon. Sometimes there is blindness
So the rest of us can hear the light. A heartbreaking strategy, but
This keeps me, ha ha, a lighthouse keeper!