lighthouse
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Sitting at low tide amongst the creatures of the world underneath my lungs
Staring into the unbreaking blackness of the air hung in smoke
My eyes a lighthouse that gaze into the unknown reality
Trapped in my own tempest
You guided
Becoming my hope to safeness
I sailed
Turning my darkness to light
I travel
In the desert I call home,
I am drowning in a sea of pain,
Waves of bruises and death pushing me back and forth,
Creating a new barrier with every blow,
you broke me
broken inside I now am
you touched me
in places others can not reach
my mind
places I did not want the world to see
you told me to let you in
the light house
Ach, oh my Lord, how do you see my days?
Are they hollow or full? -- I look floundering through haze.
Yet seeking, I'm steadied by unceasing love.
Softly, I'm certain, you'll chart out my path,
I
A house
Count down the days until she leaves.
Day 200:
She stuffs me with her pie recipes
Old family photos
And still the sea beckoned
washings it’s salty brine over my feet
trapping them for good
I would be the lighthouse
the beacon in the night
the light guiding shipwrecks to their watery graves below
Listen O' ye weary traveler
To my tale of Love and Death.
This life is a cruel mistress,
We all search for that lighthouse
When we're hopeless, in need of direction,
it's not there.
When you close your eyes and imagine,
you can see the light.
You find it.
Since the day you were born
You stood proud and tall
Living each day
Not afraid of the fall
You help others in need
Without a second thought
Your kind words and embrace
A ship was caught on the sea one night,
Caught in a massive storm.
It was as if it were fighting a big fight.
Almost no one could cease to mourn.
Waves crash,
the fire lash,
the lighthouse is burning down.
And it seems,
like people scream,
but it's just the wind,
howling all around.
