Lighthouse Poem by Richard D Remler

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There's a winding fog drifting through the hollow,
Nothing but quiet up here.
The mountain side sleeps under twilight's new breeze,
And only the meadow is clear.

Leaves dance to the Autumn moon's painted glow,
And pirouette in her soft rainbow of light,
As a nightingale welcomes the stars, row on row,
That spy down on this rather small world tonight.

And a lighthouse rests empty, abandoned by time,
And the crickets about it agree,
Twilight has committed a terrible crime,
To steal a lighthouse from somebody's sea.


Copyright © MMXV Richard D. Remler