As the old lighthouse casts its light,
The thunder echoes through the night.
Hours later it keeps me awake,
The steady whisper, gentle ache.
Here comes the ship, here comes the tide,
Crashing through what I tried to hide.
To the river banks, you and me?
Past the ruinous monastery.
Do lie down with me for a spell,
Hear the secrets I have to tell.
Here come the Saxons, comes the tide,
Crashing through to the other side.
May 8th, 2019 by Passenger B ©
Photography/Artwork by Colin Majury on RedBubble