Shelly's Poetry for Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

THE LIGHTHOUSE

I stood on the cliff overlooking the ocean when I realized the loneliness I felt for the keeper of the lighthouse was within me. Although the fresnel light with its prismic lens is a beacon of hope, I feared mine had burned out. The sentinel of solitude, symbolic of providing a clear course had me... Sign in to see full entry.

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