Be the lighthouse
That would gently illuminate
The ever-expanding wilderness
Beneath my soft seas
Be the breath
Of a rarefied wind
That would blithely stir
This supine silence
With a mellifluent melody
Be the glorious beams
Of an enthralling
Aureate moon
That would caress and adorn
My weeping shores
With delicate shades
And delightful nuances
Be that dream
That I've forgotten
To blissfully dream