The whirring of the beacon
drummed low and steady
The light burning its way
through the night
That light,
oh how brightly it shone
For it stayed lit
to guide the mariner
home.
At night
&
during day
The maiden, oh how sweetly she'd
pray.
That beacon, fueled by love
contested the sun
and its brilliant shine.
For it stayed lit
to guide the mariner
home.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 10:46 PM UTC
The whirring of the beacon
drummed low and steady
The light burning its way
through the night
That light,
oh how brightly it shone
For it stayed lit
to guide the mariner
home.
At night
&
during day
The maiden, oh how sweetly she'd
pray.
That beacon, fueled by love
contested the sun
and its brilliant shine.
For it stayed lit
to guide the mariner
home.
This is part IV of a ten-part series titled "Weathered: A Tale of Love and Loss"
This particular piece came at a point of self-reflection that I had and so that emotion bled into this work rather freely.
Enjoy.
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