Analysis of The lighthouse & the rock

On my visit today, I find your mind lost
adrift, like a missing ship at sea.  
As I sit to your starboard side I sense your immense battle with the current.
Waves of confusion and fright wash over your face in tides.

Your eyes focus from a black depth to a grey fog with the change of winds.
Your chapped sore lips resemble a sea blasted sun scorched rope, as you begin to scan the room for a beacon.

I hold your gaze briefly & utter something meek and useless, the words glance off you like a timid breeze to a bow.

You have many perils to overcome, & I long to be your beacon.

As you lay here lost, selfishly I think, am I the lighthouse or just another rock?