eclipse Posted July 9, 2011 Share Posted July 9, 2011 The old lighthouse kept me for many a year and through the moon, beauty's worth became clear. In childhood, my parents' lighthouse kept ships of beauty, ships of art and me apart. The light from my ghostly wife warns me of the angel of death who sits waiting on death's rock- can he not see my eyes are still lit? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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