The Long Year

The long year flowed into the bay
bringing in the lateness of twilight
below the tall white lighthouse;
the seas came to a slow peace
and all the ships stopped to wait
at the harbor’s point for you.

The long year stepped away
from me and there within the twilight
I saw your eyes looking back
and just like that - all our days
ran scattering their love petals
along the path where I will follow you.

The long year slipped away
from us and unto the chilled twilight
where our life together folded,
like morning-glory clasping to close,

for this night shall be cold
and I will dearly miss you so.

The long year passed on this day.
Our journey pausing in the twilight
and until we are one again
I will keep a light glowing,
as I have done always in my heart,
in the lighthouse so to bring you home to me.