Self- Exiled

If I could reincarnate one day

I would be a starfish;

A central disc with only five arms,

on an ocean bed, alone,  

a  real-life anchor of stability

implausible to take away

impossible to send back

to a prior existence above the surface

of a hospitable and soothing sea blaze.

If I could build myself from scratch

I would be a lighthouse.
Fighting against the nocturnal persistence

oppressing the waves,

there will be no more panic or desire to evade

and have their blind enthusiasm crashed
into the same sharp shores,

their young despair- banished then split

immortalizing a sadistic torture,
an almost Sisyphean-like defeat.

In any case, 

I would wait for you halfway

between these ancient species and towers,

In an inviting natural habitat

Over the top of my cruelest hours,

A long  way from any fatal abduction,
Perfectly sheltered against a savage retreat.

I would be waiting to meet you there,

Whatever you were meant to be.