My Guiding Light

As I sit here on this warm, solid shore beneath a lighthouse I adore. It stands perfect, beautiful and mint the roof shingled, a lovely brown tint. its beacons, a blazing blue hue, shine light upon all that I knew. One day a while ago. Past the fog of the bay my lighthouse shimmered and played its beacons shown with a stare at a new land, an island out there. I had seen hints of it while looking around though never thinking I’d leave this fertile ground. As the fog lifted and cleared my lighthouse showed a path that was close. I steered through this maze of perils towards the new shores Glancing at the edge of this place, suddenly I want more. I want to venture and explore it so Thank you my lighthouse for your allowing glow. This new isle of desire, surrounded by a bright red ring of fire has two beautiful blue pools, clear and deep a cave so welcoming, sweet sounds did seep Its lovely peaks were thoroughly explored. with light patch of grass along the other shore. For all its beauty and wonderment, true enjoyment lies within the relaxing feel of each moment. Around this isle I can be myself without a worry. It has welcomed me and listened to my stories. I listened as the breeze told tales, many that related The warmth felt upon these shores makes me elated This isle has been so inviting every moment around it was exciting. My delight in it became hard to evade but the light from my home was beginning to fade. I left for home for that is my place. Having difficulty ignoring those feelings, I pace. The fog rolled back hiding the isle Knowing it was there made my mind go wild. Thoughts that, maybe I could journey without my light Knowing the trip was very treacherous and not right For days I pondered it. Deciding to wait out the fog instead Realizing that I was out of my head For on my shore I have everything I adore Stability and sanctuary surround my lighthouse and shores Family and friends within safe distance Loss of all this if I were to crash in an instant That is why I have stopped trying to find the isle of desire that consumed my mind. Someday if the fog lifts and the lighthouse shines I’d make the trip and enjoy the time. The isle of desire that once consumed my mind. Now is a place that if I happen to find Will be fun and exciting as I venture its shores But only when allowed by the lighthouse I adore.