I am the Lighthouse Beating in the Dark The Safety Beacon Guides your Drifting Soul The 3am Call Show Takes you to the Other Side Broadcast from the Outpost The Never Ending Sunset Scanning for a Message Waiting for a Sign
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
This came to me one night when I couldn't sleep. Lying in bed with drifting thoughts. Sorry it's only short but it didn't want to contrive it any further