On the banks of the dried-up sea

On the banks of the dried-up sea,

Each the last of our kind,

Sat a lighthouse, a boat, and me

Each speaking the thoughts of his mind.

“I once shone bright,”

Said the house of light.

“Warning ships of the perilous shore.

I was the beacon in the night.

But I shall shine no more,

For the sea is gone.

I have purpose none.

Unopened stays my door.

Now my time is done

And I shall shine no more.”

“I once did float,”

Said the little boat.

“And I would sail the lovely shore.

The fishermen upon me would dote.

But I shall sail no more,

For the sea is gone.

I’ve had my fun.

My sails are ripped and tore.

Now my time is done

And I shall sail no more.”

“On beach I’d lie,”

To them said I.

“Upon the warm sandy shore.

With the music of waves crashing nigh.

But I shall live no more,

For the sea is gone.

Warnings I did shun.

My lips are cracked and sore.

Now my time is done

And I shall live no more.”

They heaved a sigh with all their might.

And so there died the three.

Which became a hallowed sight,

On the banks of the dried-up sea.

Originally written pre-2009