The Lighthouse
The lighthouse stands
Surrounded by sand
Longing for the return
Of the warm moist water
The water that caresses
Tickles her toes
Laps gently sometimes brushes her nose
Climbing slowly the brick
The water gently licks
The full moon reflects
Shows a slowly retreating ocean
Soon the water will be pulled away
Then they won't be able to play
Lonely desolate the hours will be
Until the water returns to thee
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
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