© 2011 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved

In the Shadow of the Lighthouse

The foghorn was blowing relentlessly, soft and sad, the night
we first talked about forever.
Do you remember? We were at the shore.

It was an early October night, and you just weren’t sleepy.
“Foghorns sound sad. How come?” you asked.
“Oh, maybe just because they have seen too many shipwrecks,”
I answered.

You were silent for several minutes, and then you said,
“Do you know what sailboats remind me of?”
“No,” I replied. “Tell me.”

You hugged me close around the neck and said,
“Sailboats remind me of forever.”
You spoke so softly in the misty, damp dark as we lay, peaceful,
breathing in the salty air and listening
to the the music of the crickets and the sea.

That was the night I first realized what an old soul inhabits
your newly-minted child’s body.
That was the night I discovered that you feel things like I do,
the waves of the ages washing over you and binding you
tightly to all time.

That was the night, lying in the shadow of the lighthouse,
that I knew your path would be uphill, strewn with stones,
not level, smooth as glass.

My path is rocky too.

My hand is here for you to hold when all the world
seems gray and indecipherable,
the mist too thick to penetrate alone.

I promise I will listen.
I cannot promise to agree, or even to always understand,
but I can promise you I will listen.

If I can light a beacon in the woolly enveloping fog
of the mysterious unfolding world,
I will shine it brightly for you.

©1997, renewed 2010 RC deWinter

My beloved son, Eben Lassen, died in his sleep in the early morning hours
of my birthday, February 3, 2007. Eben, I know you are sailing now.

Digital oils from a photograph by Chris Lassen, shot December 28, 1987.

Tech specs: Photoshop 7, Filter Forge, Edge Distress, Akvis Oils




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Comments

  • DaveHrusecky
    DaveHruseckyabout 3 years ago

    Beautiful work RC.

  • Thank you, Dave, Wishing you a Happy New Year.

    – RC deWinter

  • Shulie1
    Shulie1about 3 years ago

    Beautiful, GIna

  • Hugs and Happy New Year, and thank you.

    – RC deWinter

  • Conoro
    Conoroabout 3 years ago

    “Whatever we inherit from the fortunate
    We have taken from the defeated
    What they had to leave us—a symbol:
    A symbol perfected in death.
    And all shall be well and
    All manner of thing shall be well
    By the purification of the motive
    In the ground of our beseeching.”

    Your arms are still cradling him Gina, he will never fade away or disappear.

    I’m holding your hand and in my heart my dearest friend. oxoxox

  • Perfect, my dearest friend…TS Eliot hit it on the head. Love to you and Ted, and thank you.

    – RC deWinter

  • artisandelimage
    artisandelimageabout 3 years ago

  • Thank you and blessed New Year.

    – RC deWinter

  • RobynLee
    RobynLeealmost 3 years ago

  • Many thanks for choosing this as a feature, it means a lot to me!

    – RC deWinter

  • swaby
    swabyalmost 3 years ago

    Very beautiful work and write!

  • Thanks much, sincerely appreciate the kind feedback.

    – RC deWinter

  • vaggypar
    vaggyparalmost 3 years ago

    Lovely Work …!

  • Much appreciated, many thanks.

    – RC deWinter

  • Peter Doré
    Peter Doréalmost 3 years ago

  • Muchas gracias.

    – RC deWinter

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