A lighthouse
warns sailors and weary sea travelers
tows them to land with
safe beacon
lest jarring against rock
they split, spilling into
sea and Orpheus claims
their hopes and dreams
if lighthouse
is not lit, or extinguished
by neglect
indifference furnishing the hearts
of those who look away rather
than consider the part they play
in outcome
should the light grow dim
not be seen on ocean swell or
shape the maps of stars well enough
for observers to secure sight
we have blocked out, inked over
all that shines
my lighthouse turned
like the wrist of a young girl
searching waves for score of boat
scratching surface in ebbing float
like a voice through trees I bid
with my candle your return
staying late into night, squinting
against fog and breaking sea squall
for your beloved shape cresting o’er wave
always I lay my light beyond myself
for you and the part of me devoted
yet in all time, not once you saw
my endeavor sounding shoreline
in tug of heart, rowing out for
your safety, your well-being
no, you came to subsist on
my light leading safety, without
thinking the part you play when
two are together, securing each
the other, to give and take
I light your way, you stay in darkness
on the periphery, outlasting my wield
I try in vain, deafness not always a curse
but chosen, blighted response, closing off
those who bid you within, stay still
you say, no I can take care of myself
it is my life, you are nothing more than
a lighthouse
guiding me near
though never
close enough
for capture
you stay afloat
in knowing
the light will always burn
you shall be able to navigate
and my map is yellowed by your
neglect
a spray of salt and seaweed
staining those hopes I
once had
you would take my hand and
light my way forward in the
reach of your sailing heart
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I started to quote as I so often do and had to stop. It is often that others can drain our light without even knowing… and shining luring others in from the dark becomes harder. I loved and appreciated this.
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Thank you so much my lovely
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You are most welcome.
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Read it twice now.
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You honor me my friend
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The Honor is all mine
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Beautifully sad. You hold words of human emotion so tenderly and with such graceful insight.
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Okay I hear the first blood vessel bursting 😉
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Very powerful images
I love what you did here
Simply beautiful
As always Sheldon
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Dear Sheldon thank you so much my friend I am very grateful to you and happy you liked this!
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Oh, I often take the role of beacon and many times it is unnoticed and unseen even. But while outcome is often not what I hoped I would change not a glimmer of that light. To guide someone just by shining light for them is such a wonderful gift. You are illuminating their talents, their beauty, their choices with no judgement only the light for them to observe and carry forward.
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I can see that in you my friend. I think often times the beacon is not appreciated and I like you feel it should be and we should look not only at those lost in storm but those holding the guiding light.
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But sometimes, even IF there’s a guiding light, you still choose to stray, and you’re the ones, responsible for the consequences of your own lives…very thought-provoking.
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Oh I couldn’t agree more, you are so right and that is another dimension to this – well said!
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Rad. Also with a touch of synchronicity in today’s theme. (And, going to see L.P.D. tonight… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pVAF5Z__0lI LOL) Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you so much!
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You’re going to see them? TOTALLY JEALOUS!
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LOL..second time… 🙂 maybe they’re coming near you! http://legendarypinkdots.org/tour-dates/ Guess from website there’s a new Teargarden album coming out also…
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She wants to have the speaker’s light to guide but she doesn’t really want him. Or she wants him only when she wants him, not when he needs her. Together they are powerful but she only takes and never gives back, choosing to remain the dark.
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