my ship sailed free
drifting far and wide
following the current
going with the tide
selfishly listening only to me

mislaid in the seas
i was wayward bound
looking for my path
hoping it be found
eager to choose which to seize

my beacon shone bright
bringing me home
safely guiding
my wondering soul
through the dead night

she stood tall
and she stood proud
always available
this she had vowed
ready for my inevitable fall

now the light’s waned
the lighthouse stands vacant
i’m lost once more
my cries turn blatant
my cheeks grow stained

my solitude weakens
slowly i mend
my mother
my friend
my beacon

Very sweet, JB.

that is good....

very nice indeed

Cool. I liked that.

very sweet

Thank you all.