You are my lighthouse
Directing me to shore
When I drift carelessly
In my own waves
Signalling me to safety
My lantern, my love
Wrapping me in safe harbors
To sift through sands
For ancient shells
Emptied of lost moments
Until I find the one
Perfectly pierced
Waiting for a chain
And a reason to be worn
You are my lighthouse
Illuminating my destiny
Through fog and faint heart
Shining on me
Like I am important
My lantern, my love
And there is not a gale
Or storm that could take me
When I have your light
Your beacons of hope
Guiding me back
To shores of solace
Dreams and castles
Still yet to be built
Karin Gustafson at dVerse Poet’s Pub, challenged us to follow through on metaphors.
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