The Arrival

As night turns cold
and feelings disintegrate,
under candle light
only hate, remains hate.
Cut off images, such as:
Breeze of Spring
or the Summer laughs,
the warm birth of Autumn
on a rainy day,
the frozen fingers
of a homeless man
as his hands are being kissed
by Winter gentleness…
without a chance
they all fade,
they all get washed away;
By waves of darkness
beating on the shores,
where my lighthouse stands.

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