Lighthouse

LIGHTHOUSE Fret not my words for deep within, I speak of Her, so seldom seen. Of long, long years, where storms unweeping, Lashed mine heart with vows unkeeping. I speak of Her, so seldom seen, Imprisoned by, us few have gleaned. I stood a beacon, shone for thou. Such arrogance befalls me now. And still I loved you! Grim of silence, Assuaged not be, Thy Storms of Violence. Yet be such beacon, ever cursed. “Come, Come! At Me “!!! Storms at their worst. “Come, Come! At Me”!!! I speak of her, so seldom versed. I stood a beacon, shone for thou. Yet shine but memories for now, I shone for thou, so seldom seen. Shone for , knowing, hath not been, Yet light as such will ne'er grace, Upon the heavenly of face. But to the Storms, to darkest sky, Diminished still with constant lie , Consume my light!!! Consume!! Yon roiling Tempest seals my doom. I speak of her, light shant embrace Upon the heavenly of face Speak of her, so seldom versed Mine heart oh ne'er be imbursed Of her, unknown, yet miss'd And now but ceases to exist. None shall see the light i proffer Entombed now be in thine hearts coffer