The Love Affair of the Lighthouse and the Sea
The foghorn sounds from the beacon of light.
This has always been the love affair,
Between the lighthouse and the sea.
A man stands on the beacon like a bird,
Looking at freedom ready to fly away.
He is wishing hoping to see his own,
Freedom for his love of the sea.
He is the keeper and protector of the lighthouse.
He warns those of the cliffs.
Yet, he still hears the screams that invade his dreams.
I am drawn to the lighthouse as the sea calls to me.
I look hoping to see her,
The woman in my dreams.
She always stands on the beacon,
Waiting for her husband to return,
Who is lost at sea.
Then I finally see her,
The ghost of her,
Standing, waiting, hoping that he'll come home.
But he never does.
So she stands and cries with a broken heart.
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