These Arms a Lighthouse
When the brief sounds of barking dogs fade
and the loud voices of children echo away
When winds stop shaking apple trees
and leaves settle in the lake
When the sweat of a tangerine sun
sets across shallow waters ,and songbirds flutter far
It is then , when the soft touch of silence falls upon my bed
It is there ,when my thoughts and I lay wide awake . Unstill !
It is then , when I travel places up the rocky hill
My thoughts tread like jasmines once blown on the sand
My eyes seek in distance for a seaman 's return.
Another dawn breaks without vessels and sails
Another night follows without his embrace
Anothet year passes on the edge of the land
These arms still a lighthouse , with a flickering lamp.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015
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