Member Poem

Oftentimes
since recent past
from across that 
yonder cosmic realm 
someone whispers my name
over and over again.

In some remote bay 
implacable waves lash
rocky shores with vicious gusto.

A rundown lighthouse
abandoned and forlorn
stands steadfast
ever vigilant
ever a beacon
for the strayed souls.

A solitary flame 
flickers deep down into 
the dark depth of my soul;

The waves whipping the shores
whisper my name
over and over again.