The Lighthouse Shall Lead Me Home.

As the fading progeny of a burning god,
lights the heavens for today’s last breath,
I feel the warmth but for a moment’s nod
and behold the glory of that orb in death.
Although my path is lit with borrowed
and not as brilliant lights fluorescent,
yet fearful leads my bleakest road,
and I it’s traveler from eons spent.
Memories of all my past’s sunshine
and now its successor, these city lights,
shimmer on waves of sweet summer wine
an ocean drunk on this carnival of sights.
Will I see the end someday?
will I have one final chance?
to feel the scent of an ocean gray
and dance to heaven’s serene seance?
I ponder if I had every dream
and wish that I had ever made,
would I have known the sullen gleam
would I now tread the golden shade
of sand where my feet feel the shore,
my willful walk to the end of days,
resilient more than the ocean before,
where my prison shall drown away.
Turning back to what I leave,
lights fluorescent and the sunset dying,
the carnival of life shall not grieve,
and I its fool shall laugh while crying.
Take me while I may still gasp
and shy from the embrace of my grave,
drink to my fill the liquor rasp
turned bitter now, with the tears I gave.
The song of my life slowly plays,
I call it ‘requiem of a broken dream’,
while the freezing water hastily lays
upon my head, stream after stream.
I can still watch the hopeful lights 
and witness the sun still going down,
the Ferris wheel and the joyful sights,
as I am bound, thus I must drown.

If I could turn to where all days

made sense for every step I took,

I fear I could not help but say,

“those who fell by fault forsook.” 

 

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30 thoughts on “The Lighthouse Shall Lead Me Home.

      1. I am a child of contrasts and opposites. The greater the light, the greater the shadow. It is not that our views diverge, but in meeting they reveal the occluded.

  1. I know this poem is probably not supposed to make me happy, but it has done so. Again, you have reminded me of some magical moments, again caused me to focus on the beauty of being. You really do have a gift and I thank you for sharing it.

    1. No Robyn, its what you wish to draw from anything that matters the most. I am glad to have been of service, and I thank you for your kind compliments. You’re welcome, although I should be thanking you for taking the time to read my work.

      Regards,
      Osama Iftikhar

    1. Thank you Michelle, but regarding the shape of the poem structure itself, that’s quite the news for me. You are very observant, and your commentary about the last lines has birthened a new perspective for me about my own work. I know not if my style of writing is particularly intriguing to you, but I must thank you for taking the time to read it.

      Regards,
      Osama Iftikhar

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