Under the Lighthouse

A blank white page, like sand under your feet from an exotic land far away.

A blank white page, like a cold desert lit by moonlight.

A blank white page, like a spot of the ocean lit by a lighthouse, miles away, on the shore.

That is all I have, a blank white page, as I try to decipher the machinery inside your mind.

I try to decode the thoughts you have, for all I want is for you and I to be standing here, two hours past midnight, right beneath this towering structure, next to the skull of this prehistoric animal, maybe sit on it like it was a bench, and talk, while it lights up the ocean, spot by spot.

What do you hide behind those jet black eyes, crinkled on the sides, weathered with all the shipwrecks it's seen? What secrets do you guard, for I can see there's something you hold back every time the light falls on us? What tragedies might have occurred for your eyes to be closed even when they're wide open? Won't you tell me, under this lighthouse, next to this skull, two hours past midnight?

Won't you stop being this blank white page?

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