The Bulb In The Lighthouse

A sea of blue, green, white and sterility

The Bulb in the lighthouse flickers and dies.

Up on the rocks now, I've lost all mobility,

Is it early morning or late, late night?

Salty water slowly dances down my face

Surrounded by sinners but I can't see a soul,

Trapped in a four story shipwreck, get me out of this place.

What makes us sink? A deep, cavernous hole.

I beg the Light to return, if only for one second,

To guide me from the wreckage, to help me rebuild

But that Light is gone now, I am abandoned

With murky waters my lungs begin to fill.

Now amongst white coats and rotten debris

The clouds begin to clear and the Moon vows to guide me

And I know when I look up what I will see

Is the Bulb, in It's beautiful new entity.