Lighthouse Dimming Light

Lighthouse with dimming lights  
People and places, lonely candles 
Memories and scents, that came to me 


It is said that memory is a foreign country 
I visited once upon a time and a place 
On voyage, through time that stood out 


How many faces would I see in my life time 
If I am to average 75 calenders on this earth 
How many would stick and be known 


And have the rest as grains in their millions  
Blurred like speeding lights on highways  
Absent at the gates of my memory box 


But the few that became a part of my memory 
Held firm their place to stand like a lighthouse 
Just a thought brings up faces, they hold 


Dim lights, I just heard you passed away, dim light 
One of my lighthouses just went dim, lonely candles 
A grain that found a face in my memory is gone to rest