The House of Cards

A house of cards in autumn storm
I wait for all to fall
into a hand that once was dealt
in hope to preserve their fate.

A beacon shines upon a shore
to welcome and to warn
the weary weary wanderers
finding their way ashore.

Of all the cards I cannot be
the wind has left for me
a single kiss upon a treehouse
nailed beyond my reach.

A house of cards in autumn storm
I climb on creaking ladders,
I see them fall and find their place,
the lighthouse gently guiding
but the kiss – is out of reach.