The Lighthouse

The last ship abandoned me
sleeping near the lighthouse.
Yesterday’s dreams faded away
leaving my body stuck to the ground
amid bitter roots
like a rusted anchor.

I don’t want to leave these shores
where the wind is playing
a soft blues on its harp.
Stones are getting smoother each day,
half-forgotten memories
are burning on a silent pyre.

I will wait day and night
for the rose of winds
to change its direction.

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