you, you’re not the first to ask

and probably not the last

and i don’t expect you to understand

why i stayed upon this rock

after the birds had gone

and all of the waves turned to sand

i am a lighthouse

in a desert and i stand alone

i dream of an ocean that was here a long time ago

and i remember his cool waters and i still glow

—Antje Duvekot, “Lighthouse”