Monday, November 29, 2010

Lighthouse

From my lofty solitary perspective from a mist shrouded beacon I wonder

When my eyes close.... in these fleeting moments, does the spark i see in the world momentarily wink out of existence..

There is no one to hear the beauty which my soul etches on my mind eye

Will I forever be the cold flickering light breathing warmth and hope into travelers in the night

With only callous waves to reach my rocky shore

A proud towering lone regent perusing my domain

Possessing with my gaze the earth, seas and stars

A melancholy kingdom to behold with naught but a soul weary citizen

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