Emptiness

A rainy dawn of a darker tone

Where a lighthouse stands alone

Not a drop in that flooding rain

But from the eyes in pure pain

A distant boat in the storm

A pile of wreck it will form

Not the piece that floats and drowns

But the one that touches the browns

An island, whip of wind away

A native looks west in dismay

Standing alone with eyes in pain

Beholding the wreck as the stars wane