Beacon

Within each one of us there's a
signal. Some will be tuned to it,
others not.
Sometimes it's a brightness,
sometimes an
ache.
The soul is
what it is.

The beacon of what I know and
love
is sure,
and recently I have found the black water of
knowledge to be a
better reflection
of the facts against the
fictions.

I was told about so many truths that turned out to be
rippling waves, carrying
your beacon.

And when I asked who you were,
and how to meet you,
the sea said something in the language of
itself,
and the travelling light spoke in
silence.

Yet I am filled with your signal,
the mother of every message,
and I wonder why my heart is filled with
so much missing
when you are close.