Strong and lonely light house,

bleak master,

faithful presence

guarding me from harm.

Never to have a companion -

for what good would two light houses be,

standing close together?

You are wisdom,

strong father,

faithful lover,

but in your isolation

I want to cry for you,

tears salt as the sea.

For you, for me.

No one will ever visit you,

you’ll never hear a voice

for all eternity

you’ll be alone now on the Wolf Rock.

Or is the sea your companion,

fluidity to your static power,

fluctuating to your stoicism,

sometimes flattering, teasing,

sometimes threatening, destructive,

leaving you puzzled but still standing.

Is this an allegory of you and me?

Were you always the light house,

was I always the sea?

And I don’t think I can ever go again

to those islands.

I couldn’t bear to see the light house

standing so lonely

on the Wolf Rock.

Because for me, it always will mean you

standing alone there,

alone for all eternity

while my tides race on.