Heart Light
In the cold mid-winter gales
you dare not hoist those mastif sails
the winds are brisk and far too cold
barreling restless taunts from days of old.
Come in to the harbor safe
where the lighthouse greets you in its wake
and should the light be dulled and grayed
let me help you find your way.
Slip in gently thru the darkened night
cautious and guided by my heart light.
Eve Roper contest Lighthouse 12/20/18
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