a/n: Here's a little metaphorical something about this guy I've known most of my life who does not and will never know I exist... 07/29/2007
The Lighthouse
He is a lighthouse
a beacon in the darkness
against the raging waves
He guides, he steers
He calms
The hundreds of ships across all the oceans
He will berth each boat that comes to port
and tend
and send off
each with and on its own time
He remains constant and steady
He shall never falter
He radiates and calls
but will never move
Being a lighthouse, he shall go nowhere
and see nothing more
than his often empty shores
Watching happiness sail on by...
For my love, I can help him not
For I am myself the same-a lighthouse
a beacon in the same darkness
From the opposite shore
I watch as he steers
and find calm in his faint and distant constancy
for he will never see me, never move
and we both shall go nowhere