I’ll Still Be Yours, And You’ll Be Mine

I live inside a lighthouse, where the salt wind climbs the stair, no voices in the hallway, no footsteps anywhere.

The moon slips through the windows, the sea talks rough and low, I keep my little lamp lit for ships I’ll never know.

I don’t come down for strangers, I don’t unlock the door, I like the quiet better than I ever liked before.

So let the harbor wonder why my room still glows alone. Some ghosts are made of sorrow, and some just prefer stone.

Storms may rage and cause backlash

No matter how hard the waves may crash

The lighthouse remains strong letting time pass

Storms roll in, their thundered tempest cry

Waves test the stone where salt and sky divide

The lighthouse holds its lantern to the night

Built to weather any storm, light shining clear and bright

The swells are blinding and sudden dark

The lamp here consistent as a remembered shore;

Here to guide the hull and heart with an arc

of safe, salt-breathed harbor, where fear drifts nomore.

Waves drum and hammer, asking the foundation it’s price

A single lamp answers nonetheless

Continuously patient, incandescent,

Burning bright from deep never ending love

[only4ulilsoulmate]

Days pass by, can’t stop thinkin’ about you