Poem: The Lightyhouse Letter by Unknown.
THE LIGHTHOUSE LETTER
Deep within your cavern dark, a spring of truth abides.
How I hope you find this bottle, for my kisses are inside.
The light outside is dazzling; escape's a costly prize.
But gentle reader, grasp my hand -- and I shall be your eyes.
Behold a gallant queen, her son lost at sea.
She built a lighthouse to the stars, in hopes that he would see.
Her heartlights sweep the beach at night, the prince perchance to see.
In a lifeboat rolling on the waves, is where I'll wait for thee.
Eleven thousand suns and moons have risen, shone and sighed,
o'er the throne of her persistent heart denied.
I've met a king, a prodigal with careworn face so kind.
On foot he bears the banner of a son he's vowed to find.
Behind him stands a motley crew of knights both young and old.
Their merriments are legend; their cause for us is bold.
And upon a mighty web composed of sliver strands,
three sisters weave the orphans' tales to far and distant lands.
Eyes behind wise spectacles are blurred by tears and rain,
and love for shipwrecked families devoured for worldly gain.
Eleven thousand suns and moons, ten million twinkling lights,
have gazed silent on our tragedy -- and this is why they fight.
Their heartlights sweep the beach at night, and lifeboats dot the sea.
May fortune speed you safely here, to reconnect with me.
--with love, the Author
Deep within your cavern dark, a spring of truth abides.
How I hope you find this bottle, for my kisses are inside.
The light outside is dazzling; escape's a costly prize.
But gentle reader, grasp my hand -- and I shall be your eyes.
Behold a gallant queen, her son lost at sea.
She built a lighthouse to the stars, in hopes that he would see.
Her heartlights sweep the beach at night, the prince perchance to see.
In a lifeboat rolling on the waves, is where I'll wait for thee.
Eleven thousand suns and moons have risen, shone and sighed,
o'er the throne of her persistent heart denied.
I've met a king, a prodigal with careworn face so kind.
On foot he bears the banner of a son he's vowed to find.
Behind him stands a motley crew of knights both young and old.
Their merriments are legend; their cause for us is bold.
And upon a mighty web composed of sliver strands,
three sisters weave the orphans' tales to far and distant lands.
Eyes behind wise spectacles are blurred by tears and rain,
and love for shipwrecked families devoured for worldly gain.
Eleven thousand suns and moons, ten million twinkling lights,
have gazed silent on our tragedy -- and this is why they fight.
Their heartlights sweep the beach at night, and lifeboats dot the sea.
May fortune speed you safely here, to reconnect with me.
--with love, the Author