Nod to the lighthouse…

You are still a beacon of light. Forever the lighthouse keeper guiding those who seek. Standing on duty, keeping the light lit at full intensity until sunrise, a person in service, never absent from your station or duty without authority. Spending your day, surveying the weather and the tide conditions, journaling in beauty and grace, forever enslaved to the masses denying yourself. Ready to launch a lifeboat for those in need.

And although we are no longer friends your light shines bright for all to see. I still see your guidance from afar and nod in acknowledgment to the reminder that at any point I could become high and dry.

I hope you are well in the tower by yourself. My wish for you is someday your light finds someone who is adrift, as I found you, but this time you and her connect. And you come down from your tower to guide her on her passage to your home. For you were pointing me in my direction, towards my home. Away from the shore, as I have an oceans to travel, much to still learn, hopefully no more hurricanes to endure.

Thank you for waving me on, for I was sailing close to the wind, ready to sink or swim. And with you, I would have sunk, left dead in the water.

Now the waters are calm and I am smooth sailing, wind in my hair, sun on my face. Guided by the moon and the stars. On the right track. For my Master runs a tight ship and I am at peace.

I wish you farewell my friend, I shall keep you at bay, and wish you fair winds and following seas.