The Beacon
Within the darkness glowed a light
Across the binding sea
Incandescence to bedight
The wondrous, bel esprit
I sought the beacon, long and lost
But, never distance ever crossed
The beacon's light was far too bright
The blaze of light across the night
Was spinal fire of thee
Twin feelings, there, of love and awe
The beacon blazed upon the flaw
The radiance fluorescing all the while
In elegance and timeless, daring style
As witness to the waves and sea
Disdaining all the agony
Of blood and loss and tragedy
How was I to know
That only half the glow
Was all I should expect before
Or ever should have sought
And, in this life, to just explore
The word, not deed, but loving thought
That love will have to wait awhile
For elegance of life and loving style
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