Shipwreck

I lit the beacon

Of the lighthouse

Hoping you would

Find your way

Safely to my shores

Through the rocky inlet

To the warm

Calm of my harbor

Lost

In the stormy sea,

Waves crash

Across your

Slippery deck,

Filling the hold

With rampant

Sea water

As jagged rocks,

Like the fingers of giants,

Pierce your wooden

Bow.

My beacon,

Failing miserably.

The storm surges

Onward.

I watch.

Helplessly,

Splintered wood

Litters the ocean.

Bodies disappearing

As if eaten alive

By a ravenous sea creature.

I can see you sinking,

Yet I can't save you.

I'll comb the beach

For wreckage

In the light

Of the crystal blue morning.

Hoping there is

Something

Remaining.

Enough to salvage,

At least.