beacon
beacon
i hope to shine golden
high and tall
blinking survivor signals
for those crashed and
tossed from the cliffs
of human cruelty.
lay your essence upon my
shore for a moment
weary traveler.
let my shattered soul suns
reflect on you
glory and divinity.
let my love be a golden
mirror. let it show you
only truth and never
shame.
I read your beautiful poem yesterday and the image my selves formed from it have sustained me all day. It is exactly what I needed. I have been feeling so low lately from chronic pain and this just warmed my soul.