The Beacon
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I can't set the sun
To breathe fire and light Where I stand as one
Shadows and ash, where fire once burned
Whispers like rust from a joy that has turned

I can't set the moon
To roll sandy plains into a barelling dune
Scattered in grains, crumbled, divided
A dry watermark from tides that subsided

A crystallised echo from a distant connection
The candle of Venus glows in my direction
A warm swell embraces the frozen shore
The sands of stillness, fluid once more

Dust from the trail of a star in motion
A token of presence from an infinite ocean
Not close, not far, just there where I feel
Your presence and love, allows me to heal