LIGHTHOUSE
The lighthouse to light your sail away.
To lead you safe in dark and grey.
In fair and stormy weather on your way,
To guide you for another day.
The lighthouse is like unto candlelight.
On shore standing high and bright at night.
It's there to find and lead your way.
It's there to find and guide you home safely.
by Jearna Emerson
jeanpnkldyg commented on LIGHTHOUSE
07-09-2010
07/09/2010
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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