“Lighthouse” #poetry by #jasminivanković

I’ll have more good days
after my lighthouse knows
My everlasting why,
A vision of its grace
– I felt dizzy looking at my own face.
In a lighthouse in which
I knew the wavelength of myself
Reflected in a mirror,
I keep it as my own home
Of sacred knowledge as a seer.
Made of a syndrome,
Made of perpetual growth,
Living with long-lasting shadows,
I know all these from my ceiling*,
I know these things for myself.
I felt this day has an interpretation,
Seen quintessentally
From the same eyes
My father had,
I had then decided
To draw from my current need,
The first highest,
By no means of passing control.
When I knew it could never end,
So I’d never let
Anyone find their way in,
But I’d show you
How quickly a spell
Made by Locusts, can.
I guess they, too, have felt
My dispare,
I saw it in MY mind,
Maybe it is the case,
It’d take a fire in the soul,
To lose every person
Who spoke
With a shallow speak,
And you wouldn’t know
The joy I lost on the way
Of each “don’t care;”
I made the lighthouse of myself,
A self to be,
A shell of my own boundaries,
The inner ring of me.
I never did find in them, forgiven.
One thousand Baclavas,
I’ll forgive you.
You, too, shall know
That is what gives
To my life each day
Was still found within
On the day of transformation
– I felt a heavy breath,
Casting the formulation
Of an encapsulated Doxastic (from a δόξα)
Logic to a realistic end.
This lighthouse explains the mind,
Do you have to mention the unmentionable, my friend?