Lighthouse

Through the clouds thy shine

Bright as the sun on a warm

Summer’s day.  Thy face, thy

Love, brings a smile to this

Otherwise sour face of mine

When, to thee, my thoughts

Do drift.  Thou art a lighthouse

Upon the horizon of my soul’s

Turbulent sea of emotions.  Thou

Art that signal light, warning me

Of the rocky shore ahead, so that

I might not wreck upon those rocks.

Thou art my beacon in the night,

Through the darkness thy leads me

Safely to thy soul’s harbour.

(c) 2003 A Riddle