It Beats

The heart I long to love

beats,

its rhythm steady

and constant for me,

 

stable, an anchor,

a docked boat,

moat-free,

as I drift towards it

from the open sea;

 

beneath the lighthouse,

it patiently waits

for the moonbeams

to guide me in on the wake

 

of the passed past

abating

from pounding waves

to the ripples that carry me

the right way,

 

exactly into the right bay,

where that heart

I long to love

has for so long

kept wait,

 

its beacon-beat

calling only for

me,

and I forever

stay.

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Image copyright Laura Denise

Poem inspired by another’s poem:

“Tell Me” by Will Pennington

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