Through the Lighthouse

Like the songs of shells in the ocean, The past feels like an inconceivable dream, Breathing beneath this lighthouse as its eyes permeate the night.
Lost in the shadow of a family tree, I was but a struggling amnesiac. Till I felt the weight of my bones and learnt the art of breathing, through the length of arid days. Till I learnt to be of service and soothe the pain of vanity.
Now through these stone walls and this sword of light, Free of the borders of skin, A stranger no more, I am found upon those waves... that carry the lost home.