Lighthouse

I long for the loneliness of the lone lighthouse keeper
What tremendous souls of self appreciation
These men must have possessed
At one with nature and its sole surround
Yet fighting its very intention
Visions, lights and sounds of creation
At the nest of the soul
Time for creation and contemplation
They would become the most hospitable of men
Yet long for the lone soul
Like some evil drug
Drawn to the isolation like a moth to there candle
The base instinct drawn and driven
By the same unknown desire of what will become