Lighthouse

At night I can not sleep for light shines brightest in the dark. Even the dimmest flame can melt the ice in a stone cold heart. Finding it hard to quiet my thoughts with an opened mind's eye. Like a lighthouse on a cliff I am a beacon to those who have died. Some want their loved ones to know they are still here. Others are like moths to a flame. Only coming to stare. There are those few who are lost not knowing they need to move on. They become violent as they feel ignored. Causing trouble to remind us they are not gone.