There are some nights like clockwork I find myself ticking up the stone steps of the lighthouse
There are some nights cloaked in melancholy staring out, wide-eyed across the freezing seas of time
There are these nights I sit, quietly, by the lens wondering of all the other nights I have sat quietly wondering…
A thread of light stretches backwards through all my life sewing together these contemplative moments connecting me with my younger selves
We all sit there on different steps looking out to sea with our lifetime of bad haircuts and our silver fountain pens each one more expensive than the one before
We all wonder in an echo we all wonder ‘Am I right? Is my aim true? do I have any aim at all?
Where am I going?’
I long to reach out a hand somehow send out a boat to them I worry for those lost souls adrift on wild seas rocking in churning waters without a lot of hope
Through the thick blanket of night I sense the face of a future me he looks healthier, happier richer somehow looking back across the freezing seas of time fondly and encouragingly he’s smiling back at me…
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