Your lines congruent with the sun,

Contour into a face.

Shaping a light silhouette,

Of beauty and grace;

After the sun has long set.

Your figure dances in my heart,

And molds my empty skin,

Into a shining beacon,

Of your love akin,

To heroes of wars won.

Your soul, is to me, a lighthouse,

Shedding on open-sea,

Relief and hope to travelers,

Lost in storms that be;

From the cold-wind that stirs.

My helpless ship was tossed about,

By the waves of fortune,

Until the sunbeams from you:

Lit, and it was done,

I found a home in you.

On your shore I landed embraced,

In the warmth of safety,

Guarded by angelic-light,

A sanctuary, in lifes’ never-ceasing night.

Your beam floats in the starry-sky,

On the seashore I watch,

The clouds glisten and unveil,

Heavens’ gates a notch;

In nurt’ring surveil.

Then for a moment the night scene,

Sparkles radiantly,

The stars cascade through the black,

And form perfectly,

A resplendence without lack.

Lines etched in vast portrayal,

Of twinkling gallantry,

Spans the universes’ breadth,

And reflects on the sea,

A cast made with clouds’-breath.

There you lie upon the water,

Immersed in storms of sin,

Caring, and thou so bearing,

The pains held therein;

From your light-room sharing.

For to me, you are a beacon,

Shimm’ring upon the sea,

Lighting the dark loneliness;

Longing to love me,

And the suns’-rise express.

K. Aldaya, 5/15/05

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