Saturday, July 10, 2010

The lighthouse


I am the pen,you are the author
I am the candle, you are the flame

I am the flute, you are the music
I am the whirl, you are the dervesh

Every day my longing grows
Until the moment when your image shows

A powerful lighthouse in a dark sea
You appear to this sailor who has lost course

When I try to steer towards the light
Fierce winds take my boat in the opposite direction

I wander in the sea in pain
To catch a glimpse of your light again

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