Drifting away from a beacon of light,
the sky seems so dark out this far.

Two weeks afloat in this turbulent uncertain sea,
Yet light remains in the form of a star.

Guiding and calling out to me,
To go with purpose to all that is right.

To be true to myself and all I feel,
and seek out something refreshingly real.

To re-find what has been there all along,
a worthy subject of the most beautiful songs.

My compass, now open, will guide me through,
back to the beacon of light that is you.

When I arrive I will dock this boat at your shore,
and find no need to sail anymore.

#writing #poetry #love


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