Among the Murky Waters...

...I'm in a rocket ship,

I see the lighthouse cliff.

But the murky waters, i trip

Stars a distance and no light switch.

So I glide. Rest. Glide. Rest. Glide.

Check, the light not a distance more

than before I could climb up.

And the doors not too far.

But murky waters upon the rocks.

Slippery sight, yet no light.

Crack to my head and the light seems ajar.

Murky waters not so far.

Cool breeze, yet heavily I breathe.

The anxiousness of anticipation is

an anomaly; ambivalently

I advance towards my ambitions.

Climb even further, and crack

open the lock.

The lighthouse now within my palms.

My retina might diffuse light waves.

Too much intensity due to the proximity

of the light thats hittin' me - closed eyed and blinded.

A spark within me lights.

And blindly i run towards

the source of my kite.

No strings attached, full throttle

I sprint, eyes closed, only to

open the cellar door

and the source no more.

No boats can search for signals anymore.

So they crash in murky waters as i laugh.

A staff in my hand, I feel as a warlock;

locked with the source.