Your lines congruent with the sun,
Contour into a face.
Shaping a light silhouette,
Of beauty and grace;
After the sun has long set.
Your figure dances in my heart,
And molds my empty skin,
Into a shining beacon,
Of your love akin,
To heroes of wars won.
Your soul, is to me, a lighthouse,
Shedding on open-sea,
Relief and hope to travelers,
Lost in storms that be;
From the cold-wind that stirs.
My helpless ship was tossed about,
By the waves of fortune,
Until the sunbeams from you:
Lit, and it was done,
I found a home in you.
On your shore I landed embraced,
In the warmth of safety,
Guarded by angelic-light,
A sanctuary, in lifes’ never-ceasing night.
Your beam floats in the starry-sky,
On the seashore I watch,
The clouds glisten and unveil,
Heavens’ gates a notch;
In nurt’ring surveil.
Then for a moment the night scene,
Sparkles radiantly,
The stars cascade through the black,
And form perfectly,
A resplendence without lack.
Lines etched in vast portrayal,
Of twinkling gallantry,
Spans the universes’ breadth,
And reflects on the sea,
A cast made with clouds’-breath.
There you lie upon the water,
Immersed in storms of sin,
Caring, and thou so bearing,
The pains held therein;
From your light-room sharing.
For to me, you are a beacon,
Shimm’ring upon the sea,
Lighting the dark loneliness;
Longing to love me,
And the suns’-rise express.
K. Aldaya, 5/15/05
Picture: Artist Unknown; http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/21700000/Haunted-Lighthouse-after-dark-21766978-742-646.jpg
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