A Place In Light Poem by Paul Warren

The shoreline came into view
As the days drifting meant nothing to do
I woke each morning hoping for this sight
Being disappointed was usual as the sun became bright

Our captain had gone crazy
Blowing a hole in our ship for reasons that were hazy
There were six who made the lifeboat
But now only three of us were afloat

At other times islands were in our view
But they all faded without much ado
And finally this last one as we floated to it
I pulled the boat to a sandy spit

Collapsing exhausted on the beach
Sleeping deeply with danger out of our reach
The sun was fading in the west
As I awakened from my rest

We gathered and built a fire
Casting shadows as the flames burnt brighter
So that became a nightly event
Wanting rescue a wish heaven sent

The days turned to weeks as we learnt
To survive as our rescue was not sent
One night whilst tending the firelight
I saw a bright lighting the darkening night

As it moved closer it started to pulse slowly
Until it hovered over me glowing brightly
Then a light came down blinding me
So bright in fact I couldn't see

As quickly as it appeared
The light quickly disappeared
The next morning a ship was near our beach
And we were saved when it seemed out of our reach

A day later when I was fed and rested
I spoke to the captain about our rescue invested
He spoke of a pulsing light
That insisted he follow it that night

So it may seem strange now to us
That a light would make such a fuss
To rescue 3 washed up sailors
Who engineered our rescue when all seemed a failure.

© Paul Warren Poetry