The Lighthouse

Brushing the evening clouds
With strokes of passion
Commanding my soul to shine
My lighthouse
A striking symbol of perpetual warmth, a beacon of faith,
And bright premonitions of love.

I can hear infinity
Speaking through the heavenly voices
That pray and sing
In my lighthouse
The watchtower of my dreams
The royal omen of redemption.

Vibrations of trust
Shimmer from its rising rays
Ablaze in the dark face of night
My lighthouse
Guarding these sandy shores
From the heavy tides of deserted hopes.

There is a place in my heart
Where the fire of so many loves
Ignite the foggy vision of my mind's eye
In my lighthouse
Where the music never ends
And the roses never fade.