RIVERWOODS POEMS: BEACONS

BEACONS

                                 (For Judith, with apologies for poetic liberties taken)

Each night as on our bed we lay

I saw three lights across the bay,

Three glimmers on the darkening sea

That seemed to call and beckon me,

And as we settled into sleep

They seemed a silent watch to keep.

Now that dear cot no longer sits

Atop the fast eroding cliff.

Only the low rock wall and gate

And a flagpole mark our nesting place.

Victorian, loosely built and frail,

It was not destined for repair.

But still each night alone I dream

Of three clear beams across the sea.