An Island With A Lighthouse On It.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

at first it was your hand
which i held like a pillow
then it was your face which
i adore and when you left
it was your picture with me
and then your shadow
and then your scent, and then
i supported myself and told
myself that i love it too
and then it is my hand, my face,
my picture without you and then
my own shadow as i walk alone
under the moon, and then the scent
of my own hari, and my pledge,
and i forget you and i am happier
this time, spending my time and money
all for myself, and no one else.
and i sing, i am a rock, i touch no one
and no one touches me, i am an island,
with a lighthouse on it.