lone lighthouse standing off shore sending your love beam of warm light wink, then blink.. closing your warm yellow eye spin and blink then wink at the ships in the night as they sail by most times unseen or known to you this light you send says look but don't touch someone added a voice to you apparition so now you sing our loud and deep on a wet foggy night you now serenade no sirens song do you sing not a melody in your singsong voice yet lovely received as one of trusted hope embraced as one would a maiden on shore sailors stand on the deck pinning for your call awashed in waves soaked to the skin eyes peeled into the dark, hearts beating fast until out of the night your cry is heard on ears received as sweet soft welcome home
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Reviewed by Bianca Boonstra (Reader)
Reviewed on August 27, 2003
I like lighthouses. You can find a few of them on Vlieland, Terschelling and Ameland(small islands north of The Netherlands) - but they aren't used anymore...
This is wonderful, Cheryl. I have a friend who is obsessed with light houses. She will love this poem.
~Jackie~
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on August 25, 2003
This is so beautiful.
'awashed in waves soaked to the skin
eyes peeled into the dark, hearts beating fast
until out of the night your cry is heard
on ears received as sweet soft welcome home"
PJ
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~Jackie~
'awashed in waves soaked to the skin
eyes peeled into the dark, hearts beating fast
until out of the night your cry is heard
on ears received as sweet soft welcome home"
PJ