He lives in seclusion, tending to the island’s lighthouse, trying to push away the memories that seek to suffocate him. But they refuse to be forgotten as they sift their way back into his life, leaving him wondering…
…is the island haunted or does a deeper demise lay soon at hand.
Just like a hope and a prayer,
raised into the air.
Like a wish on all ones,
til clock strike is done.
A star twinkling bright,
to light up the night.
Just like an old coin of copper,
splashed through clear water.
Like a lash newly fallen,
and blown into autumn.
A bridge of all color,
never to lose luster.
Just like a rocky old well,
before a midsummer swell.
Like a ladybug landing,
daring and dancing.
A moon at its peak,
when all else is bleak.
pieces of prayers,
hints of hopes.
dawn of dreams.
He wakes trembling. Breathing hard, he tries to calm down. His rushing adrenaline shoots his eyes open, searching wildly in the pitch black of his room. For what, he doesn’t exactly know. Not making anything out, he closes his eyes, fighting back the visions from the dream. Trying to block out the pounding in his head. All the pain from the nightmare does is confuse him.
He reaches out beside him, feeling for his wife’s hand across the stiffness of the bed, too scared to open his eyes again. Too scared of the crushing darkness that his dream has turned…
You wonder what I am-
Lonely trail in the dead of night?
-but I am unable to tell.
You question my identity-
Minutes and moments before a rolling rain?
-but never hear my response.
You ponder at my existence-
Moonlit beach on a waveless expanse?
-but struggle to comprehend my answer.
One Square Inch of Me marked in red.
87th building of American Fabius.
Endless particles in twilighted Mojave.
Beating, pounding heartbeat in Orfield.
You search for me sometimes,
calling out both day and night,
and the moment you do,
Other times you never…
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I know that in any downtime during my day I often find myself pulling out my phone to scroll through Instagram or Twitter. I might pull up the ESPN app and check scores or the latest news story that just broke.
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