The Lighthouse

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House of Heart

She is a lone bird wheeling jagged edges

of ancient cliffs above the shallows

of a rough Dover sea.

Her feathers gleam in the beam of

the lighthouse where gentle swells

pulse against rocky shores  there in

dreams you held her tenderly like a

treasured pearl.

She has abandoned the lighthouse

that seems to lean closer to the sea

waiting in vain at the tide swept shore.

The beam has ceased its search for you

still each time she passes she tips her wing.

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