searchlights and lighthouses

Of searchlights and lighthouses Of shear willpower and subtle glints of hope The little strength that keeps us afloat in a tempest Of yearnings and longings of a long forgotten home Groanings for a place lost in memory and space The crowds are dense with torrents The sea rages and gnaws at our souls Our sprits crushed by blows Our vision blinded by tears and salt. Yet there's a light, or at least we can see one.