a photograph by Sonja Bingen, our daughter
Lighthouse in Winter
a photograph by Sonja Bingen, our daughter
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fourwindowspress · creative writing, pastel art, and essays
fourwindowspress 
Any lighthouse draws my attention.
THE LIGHTHOUSE
Miles from the nearest
Battered by the blustery
Beware of danger, be safe, be safe
Beware of danger, be safe, be safe
Boots cemented in resolution
Pulsing into intermittent flashing
Beware of danger, be safe, be safe
Beware of danger, be safe, be safe
These are the rocks that tear timbers
These are the rocks that gobble souls
Beware of danger, be safe, be safe
Beware of danger, be safe, be safe
Who better to understand navigation
And lend a hand across the choppy seas?
Beware of danger, be safe, be safe
Beware of danger, be safe, be safe
Than one who ran aground long ago
Fell apart and never twain shall meet
Beware of danger, be safe, be safe
Beware of danger, be safe, be safe