The Mystery Man, an artist that said “imagery comes naturally to me, but words do not,” wrote me this:::::


Will this love be a north star to my heart?

Or this vess’l crash’d to the oceans wave?

Doubt spews fearful storms to tear us apart.

Conceiving this ocean a welcom’d grave.


Hearken, a light in darkness glows dimly.

A glimmer of hope to show me the way.

Without a home, at sea, lost aimlessly.

Your lighthouse, I find, a welcoming stay.


In this rooted lighthouse I find solace.

Bluest skies, Green pastures, in which I rest.

Together we grow and build a fortress.

I invoke that we tour a lasting quest.


Love has been so harsh to us in the past 

I want this truest love to be our last.

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Posted on July 12, 2011, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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