The Spirit
The lighthouse blinks with candour
Invites the close of the day
The merging with the shore of creation
The night at the end of the bay
The darkening pools in the moonlight
The caverns that call below
The waves that seem all-knowing
The phosphorescent glow
Down beneath the ocean
A chasm awaits me now
The answer to the question
Where will my spirit go?
Copyright © Diane Leggett | Year Posted 2023
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