will bells toll in the center of myself

all tatters then and yet poorer health

the sad day when you are gone from here

will i have said the things to you most dear?

will i look for you upon the darkest waves

washing up in your drifting grey boat

with long kisses i should have left before

when time was long and less remote?

i question then this purely selfish need

held in sandy seashells spread at my door

reminding me how only deepest love exceeds

the thousand grains of sand upon the shore

we wrestled then with far-off points of grace

balancing on the edge of faith and sin displaced

when the other's smile was enough to lead us home

carried upon the shadows of the skies we roamed

starfish and sand dollars open doors on endless seas

we scurry in before this shared blissful moment flees

you're my lighthouse when the swirling comes too fast

the beacon strong when the roughest winds do blast

yes, my only lighthouse, i run to you in a typhoon of night

my dear sweet lighthouse, you always love away this fright

clinging to your broad back when my sea legs seem gone

your simple act of shining makes the storms seem not so long