The Lighthouse

Only time will tell

If it's the end of mine I long to find

Or just the new beginning

When I lose all track of rhyme

In loss of mind and lost control

Of blind ambition's suicide

Intertwined with passion's soul

So that in life I might revise

And redefine my dead inside

From slow declining glass of wine

To kind rewindings left behind

As memories that bleed

And drip their drops of pure sublime

Upon the lines of self-disguise

And ambiguity which hides

Me like a masquerade

Of drifting through transparent tides

When not confined to ocean-sides

In shallow depths through which I wade

Along the waves thine skies comprise

When lies are truths and lows are highs

The tantalizing heavens

Are the lighthouse in your eyes