Light house lady
It was a palatable pathos
Bourne upon the living
Upon others dreams
Guiding them safely in
To lovers awaiting anxiously
Of the ever gazing over the
Horizon for some imagined
Ship to arrive from distant seas
Bearing treasures to ease
This life of misery
The light upon every revolution
Piercing for a moment her
Darkness
Illuminating the limpid eyes
Tears long since dried
The dark moment a welcome
Soothing interlude
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