The Laughing Lighthouse —Intellectual Shaman

As beauty fades

and we no longer have the desire to repent

and the places we knew

close

and the people who smiled at us

die

and the shadows of ourselves

no longer show up

under the sun

lost photographs

and memories

are all that we have left

and I don’t know about you

but I will walk

where I have always been

and do

what I have always done

unapologetic

for what little time

I have left

Big waves

bigger than me

wash out

to a horizon

where a lighthouse

looks at time

with a twinkle in her eye

and fire in her belly

laughing at a good life

where the hills of Catalina

and the harbors there

hold heaven in their hands

before natural rhythms

are released

under a lonely moon

and we are carried

to the deep.

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