The world shook
And I felt the tremor
Fires raged in the City
While my flame died
Battered
Beaten
Broken
I rose from cinder
Turned my back
To smoking sky
And walked away
Barefoot
Bruised
Blistered
I walked on pebbles
Forward step by step
Towards the barricade
And a new harbour
Warmth
Light
Rest
I found respite
A safe place
Storm protected
Calm and cosy
Seagulls
Salt-air
Surf
I hear wilderness calling
Cut the moorings
Drift out to sea
Dance with the wind
Wink
Blink
Think
I recognise the beam
The searching signal
Land ahoy!
My one true light
— Wayne Visser