The Beacon
THE BEACON
He has been transmitting his message for a thousand years now
Repeatedly, but; intermittently, much as the cosmos would allow
He was a beacon of eternal love, of a goddess, he as left behind
Through birth, death, and re-birth, would be forever intertwined
Separated; not by choice, but; by a matter of intergalactic force
Waiting endlessly; for both to be placed, on their rightful course
She; but, a slave to the galaxy totally unaware of her own plight
Does not hear the messages sent onto her, every starless night
Her darken shell, carrying all the scars, from straying meteorites
No longer in the path of the sun, fails her chance to shine bright
Her blindness prevails with an innocence so continues to endure
In the cruelty of her own loneliness, no will have she, to procure
The thought of belongingness within the un-limitation of others
The messages still sent, to which the cosmos dust as smothers
The chance for her, to see his light shine bright, his own beacon
Hear his eternal messages, built to last, never shall they weaken
Until time which has its own rhyme and reason as falls into place
When these two stars will align; within, the sun’s warm embrace
Indiana Shaw . . .
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2020
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