From My Despair (Bodie’s Call)

A clouded night blinds my eyes,
no stars to steer my course.
If not for the crashing waves,
the silence would be deafening.
The cold ocean air clings to me,
like a lost love’s fading embrace.
Is this salty taste the mist’s sting,
or my own tears’ bitter trace?
The darkness chokes my weary heart,
adrift in this endless night.
My fingers grasp the sea’s cold veil,
numb, finding no hold.
My spirit falters, poised to break,
yet grasps at fleeting hope.
Frail light flickers through the gloom,
Bodie’s glow faintly calls.
A familiar wet sand’s scent rises softly,
guiding me home at last.

(Part of the blog post ‘Bodie Island Lighthouse: A Majestic Glow of Coastal Light’)