Your Lighthouse

Sailing far enough to be guided by stars
But close enough to see your light
Every distant port filled by loneliness
Yet I feel comfort, alone in the night
In the wake of my own solitude
The dark days sink silently, forevermore
While the plow, ever directionless
Random, passing the beckoning shore
Fleeting allure, tempting gaze
Within the season of warmth, floating
Standing with hands held to the wind
With the eyes of billowing sails asking, pleading
“Is it true, is it true?” while the stars whisper
Of a journey without purpose
Of an affair without courage
Of a life without trust

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tillsontitan 4 years ago from New York

Lovely would certainly add to your poem's appeal if you had a photo or two. Maybe a short introduction could add a bit as well. I voted up because the poem is so good.

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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

I hear you on the picture. I kind of stopped doing it because of the copyright issues....

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