other side—through long dark
light slipping silent between bleak sullen clouds
ignites smoldering crown of season's migration
distant flame's refracted beam leaps into our eyes
revealing mist hovering above ancient clay collage
powerless our witness
waves percuss as they roll in deep resonance
slowly stretching their slumbering chords to sing our mourning song
to grace our lives with patterns of oceanic birth
gifted by feathers strumming - waves of silvery gossamer strings
rising, rising, rising..................tidal plain lifts Snowy Owl's eye
into moonless night sky...........to touch lonely stars for affirmation of humanity's guideless plight
thus - dawn of new day brings thrumming music to celebrate our landfall
we shuffle - tap - and dance our feet to celebrate our survival;
survival through our persistence to dream of distant shore
with hope of being blessed by caress of patiently waiting love
to selfishly desire another touch, another sunrise, another sunset
another flock of singing birds
so, I say to you, my fellow landlubber friends, let's raise the flask to our thirsty lips - let's guzzle precious water to buy us time as our fateful end approaches - each - passing moment - - - - -
standing high on cliffs - we overlook Devil's Bridge - the wreck of many....... let's embrace as though our last - as we listen to shifting sands evoke laughter from innocent children
children who laugh and play within their unknowing
of rapidly approaching
tomorrow's edge
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Today, the Gay Head Lighthouse on Martha's Vineyard is in danger of falling over the edge of a steep clay cliff into the Atlantic Oicean. This poem, Silent Light, is a metaphorical poem about our precarious time in history as well as about the threatened lighthouse.