This poem was originally published on 18 September 2014.

I crept along the rocky shores
Just searching for a sign
But the charcoal-painted scene
Left no room for outlines

I stumbled - mind wavered
I havered - skin broke
Sweat dripped - veins bulged
I called - never spoke

The foamy water lapped
As my bare feet eroded
Like the stones that caressed the beach
And my emotions floated

I craved - didn't cave
Soft sand but sharp
Blood flowed - a volcano
Erupted in the dark

And as I slowly closed my eyes
Worn out to a shell
A spark out of nowhere
Cast a wide range of spell

I squinted - I hinted
Saw lights - night broke
Cut open - a slice
Smiled - but choked

And I know those little lights
Shine everywhere
They need not be lighthouse big
Matchsticks do quite fair

Each of us has a lighter
Just look around
There are little lights shining
Don't worry you'll be found