MY LIGHTHOUSE

This poem was written for me during my eighteenth birthday. My friend, he is my Lighthouse The tower whose beam directs me to the shore. And I, though I be a little sailboat Drifting aimlessly at sea, mercilessly driven By my lords, Wind and Wave My Lighthouse is there to guide me Amid the tumult of the Storm. Long journeys I have had Tides and maelstroms I have besieged And always I have returned unharmed Gently led by his beckoning beam His light that pierces the dark shroud That is the sea at night. To my friend, I might merely be another sailboat Just one of those vessels his light has saved But to me, my friend is my Lighthouse Whose light I depend on - and trust Even in the darkness of the twilight hours... -- Twin Mirror