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I can see the rocks ahead
the churning waves,
tossed, broken on your shore
your eyes, brilliant embers
How they shine!
the split of night, pierced mists
They are my hope, my fear,
a beacon, a flame
Salvation and damnation in the light.
I hear your call,
a bitter mournful wail, a warning
And yet I drift slowly ever closer
I am drawn to you
Aware of the danger,
carried away in the mindless rush
of crested wave and deep waters.
I know what is yet to come,
that embrace of inevitability.
The cruel crush of rock and stone,
against skin, against bone.
But I want the safety of you.
The sheltered harbor,
itís sweet still waters.
And I will risk, and chance,
with those rocks I will dance
And ride the tide to my fate.

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The following comments are for "Lighthouse"
by BMartinez

Long time...
Thank you... it's nice to be remembered. My creative threads seemed to vanish over the last couple of months so I just stopped writing for a while. May this will get me going again.

( Posted by: bmartinez [Member] On: April 25, 2005 )

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