Landmark in the Dark

Monet | A Seascape Shipping by Moonlight | 1864

Coming out of the fog

to cross the sea on log

the eastern to the western shore

at last relieved from an enormous storm

with all it’s salt and sand 

reaching equally inland 

to wash my headstone white and clean 

still I’m a sight more pale and mean 

than the hell I raised the night before

I must own that I have never seen one like you before

at once my face and fetters fell

my name I tell 

befell by your love breaks my spell 

now wise and well 

no more to dwell among the assembly of tombs

I’m a slave exclusively for you 

my landmark in the dark