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I am a lighthouse        or so I’ve been told where few ships have sailed in to find guidance. I have been waiting for a vessel to see my light for a captain to come to shore for the tides to wash up         something more than         a seashell         a jellyfish         an empty bottle                 with love letters drenched                 in tears and seawater                 (I couldn’t tell the difference) I am a lighthouse Please remember me in the storm and on cloudless nights when all the stars are irresistible in their glory Remember me as the place you come home to Where you can let yourself in (feel free to put your feet up) and lay your head back and let out a sigh that won’t         be whipped away by ocean-saturated air I am a lighthouse in the middle of nowhere Ships have wrecked themselves on broken boulders that line my body like a jealous widow, like a marked territory Few have made it through. None have ever stayed. But my lamp is still burning and my tower stands tall and I will guide your journey,         even if it means pointing over there         when all I want is for you to stay here.
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Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
I am a lighthouse, but I am waiting for someone to call me home.
I am a lighthouse        or so I’ve been told where few ships have sailed in to find guidance. I have been waiting for a vessel to see my light for a captain to come to shore for the tides to wash up         something more than         a seashell         a jellyfish         an empty bottle                 with love letters drenched                 in tears and seawater                 (I couldn’t tell the difference) I am a lighthouse Please remember me in the storm and on cloudless nights when all the stars are irresistible in their glory Remember me as the place you come home to Where you can let yourself in (feel free to put your feet up) and lay your head back and let out a sigh that won’t         be whipped away by ocean-saturated air I am a lighthouse in the middle of nowhere Ships have wrecked themselves on broken boulders that line my body like a jealous widow, like a marked territory Few have made it through. None have ever stayed. But my lamp is still burning and my tower stands tall and I will guide your journey,         even if it means pointing over there         when all I want is for you to stay here.
deborah-lin
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Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
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