Love For a Lighthouse
This is what I want
The light from the form I grasp
When I am at sea in waves of trouble.
You, standing tall
The beacon above the tempest
Straighter, higher, stronger
Filled with the strength of a million candles.
I reach for you, my lighthouse
And caress you with fingers of hope
Trace your form from tip to base
Embrace you with neverending love
And kiss you tenderly
Saying with each touch of my lips
"Thank you for pulsing light
The fountain of life
In which I bathe
As I drink
Your warm milken glow."
Copyright © Jane Wainwright | Year Posted 2009
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