Drawn to the beacon of light
But can't dispel the darkness
It fights to stay deep within
Best she can do is wade in and out
A surrealistic shadow following itself
Through all the hues of day and night
Never fully partaking of either
An ephemeral figure like a night moth
Touching down here and there
Still knowing the ever present lighthouse
Is there to lead all to safety in a storm
Keeps fears at bay and hope in the heart
Along with the knowledge that always near
Is the everlasting unconditional love of
The light itself that sustains all other lights
Even in the darkness, so she wondrously
Wades her way through weather fair or fog
As she makes sure the light is ever before her
eT
Birgit and Roger
Love Tinka
Regis
Magical intensity. Peaceful brilliance (pun very intended). The visuals are stunning!
Peace,
B
love and peace, Carole
Sage
Susan
Carmen
Terrific poem; very well done! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Magnificently penned, your words are a beacon!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
This is definitely a keeper for me, to draw conclusions and guidance from in the future
The Lighthouse symbolises the Light of the World, The Creator !
Peter
Quite a captivating write, Tiger Lily - and your light shines as always.
"A surrealistic shadow following itself": if I were in my thief mode today I would have to steal that line:-)
Aberjhani