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Dusk at Bodie Light
Quiet striped guardian
A watch have you kept
Over the changing barrier isles.
And your light, she has borne witness
To the shifting sands of time.
And in the calm of dusk,
That magical time between light and dark
When twilight weaves her soft and quiet spells
I witness your gentle majesty.
Amid moss covered marsh and feeding water fowl
No other human soul shares this moment
Tis' only you and I, my great stone friend.
I drink in your wisdom-
Share the pain of your memories.
Visions of shipwrecks and lost lives
Haunt these sandy shores.
Entombed forever in the Graveyard of the Atlantic
Their shadows and ghosts are are now reflections;
Reflections that are cast upon the ripples of water
Receiving the last kisses of fading light.
I stand among them in awe
Amazed by this event we call time
You called to me and I came
To sit with you this evening.
Together we look at the horizon
As a sinking glow highlights the sky
I drink in one last glimpse
One last flicker of a golden moment-
A treasure given by the past
To the undeserving present.
Copywright 2012 - Sherri Tuck