You can drop your weights on the bottom
You can use your ship to shore
Eject your guilt like its flotsam
As you find your way to my door

The lure of my halogen beacon
Isn’t meant to confuse or bring shame
But to show you some loving compassion
Where you never feel need to explain

And I’ve lived a bit longer than you have
Finished high school the year you were born
So I’m hoping that makes you feel better
As you pull out the novelty thorns

Sometimes a hull can get rusty
Where the moths flicker round and they look
Lke two kindred spirited sailors
Look for trust with their poems on a hook

So my dearest just know that I hear you
From your empire crowned by the sun
And my ship will keep seeking you daily
Reading your words as they stun

Written by Sara Fielder © Apr 2015