The Lighthouse

For Jane, who is my lighthouse at times.

The lighthouse stands
on a craggy New England shore.
Her light shines brightly
through the fog and mist.

The clipper ship sails
on a rough and stormy sea.
His sails full of wind
His captain's hands tight
and sweaty on the wheel.

The clipper ship, the Sea Phantom,
tossed about on waves
like a toy boat in a bathtub
sees the light at last
and the captain turns the wheel.

The lighthouse sees the ship turn
away from the sharp and dangerous rocks.
She sees it turn away from the death
and into the snug harbor.

Copyright © 1997, Sidney J. Dragon. All rights reserved. Used with permission.
Write the author: Dumorte@aol.com

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