LIGHTHOUSE

A paper in my shaking hand  

All crumpled where I stand

As I stare upon the dusk

  Dry and empty as a husk

My mouth could not utter

  Of truth slicing like a cutter

I let you sail upon the seas

  For I am your beacon of bliss

No storm can tear you away

  For my light will show the way

Nor tempest can make you hide

  For I am your strength and pride

But the horizon is filled with stars

  Mesmerizing city lights and cars

You left the ocean that we knew

  For a shore that you ought is true

Only the rain I see beyond my sight

  But the fog will come back at night

And I will fill again the sea with rays

  To guide your heart beyond the bays

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In My bedroom / Monday
10:05 pm / 27.01.2014