Motivation in the moment
Sincere for a second but not in the next
though not done in conscious effort
A heart full of love tainted by semblance of hate
A strong moral compass and tremendous guilt
when direction strays
Is the desire to do good an intrinsic impetus  
Or is it done out of perception?

A man spends his life traversing a circle
Is he well traveled?
Or is he just worn?

A lighthouse guard near a bumbling town
For with a vision so clear
he does look down

His day ends
His eyes begin to close
This a near certainty
This he does know

His eyes open
and for a brief moment they might forget
For peaceful sleep interrupted
by times of regret

What must he do to quell the unrest and pain
From acts of self he must refrain
His heart luminescent yet no-one sees the glow
They cannot see it as it is
but through his work it will show

Floating aimlessly
a bottle amongst the tide
No course set
no direction in mind

Each wave its own experience
Each wave deeper than appearance

Wherever it lands will become its home
A place to rest its heart
A place to call its own

Hair of black satin
Skin of white ivory
Where I do I begin to describe
The angel that might be

Eyes beyond piercing
A gaze that comforts yet shines
Her presence unearthly endearing
Words in a sentence could never define

With every glance and every sight
I lose the words due to fright
Filled with fear and trepidation
Her glow is different
an abberation

A heart alone
A soul unique
A moment together is all I seek