Old Lady in the lighthouse, where did you go? One day I filled my pockets full of stones. I wadded slowly, into the vicious ocean storm. You were there beside me, I was never alone. Hand over hand you retrieved me from the waters deep. It was not time to relinquish, forever fall asleep. You cradled my face in your cupped warm hands. You gently rocked me, brushed my hair full of sand. Remember that little girl, who remains my foe? She still clings to me wretchedly in tow. Please old lady in...