An uncertain light calls - seeking
the beloved ships gone by on wayward cast
Repeating; vacillating; circling
the beacon’s ray cutting
At and past the vast last
edges of the screaking sound
where beats the loving heart
that keeps a warm and familiar hearth
the questions and doubts forgiven at the harbor’s round
where the open moment of now is found
though, the twinkling star light
beacons - maybe as uncertain as the night.
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