Lighthouse

He lived in the lighthouse next to the crashing sea Everyone knew of him, but they’d all leave him be Down past the cliffs, away from the fishing town His beauty gone unnoticed, masked by a frown He never spoke to anyone, wandered into the marketplace Tweed jacket and chords, the collar turned to hide his face Every Saturday he would linger towards the cake shop By the window he would wait, caught a glance and would stop The town all new why he would stand and stare Each time she came out to see him, skin so fair His handsome furrow could not hide his wandering eye The look went noticed by all those passers by She’d give him a parcel, he’d smile and whisper in her ear She appeared confused by him, a look between lust and fear A small smirk and a quick glance right and left She looked away, knew he was to commit a theft This was love, or so it seemed. Harmless and sweet Two lovers sharing a delicious thing when they would meet Then the cake shop was not open, shut for the day Then a man in the pub claimed the girl’s boat was gone from the bay This went by unnoticed, for shops do often close Quick to leave, escaping under the gossiping ladies nose Everyone knew that she went to see the man Subtle in escape, only she knew her predetermined plan To that lighthouse no one has been, such a sight They would ask her when she came to The Drovers that night She can tell her story for when she finally did come around But she won’t, as her body was anchored to the oceans ground.