take my hand and climb with me…
The Lighthouse Song ~ Josh Pyke
What storms, raising swell. Blood beating, like spring. Tide’s full, turn. And flooding. Battering, waves. Of particle, motion. Luminous, friction. Electrical charge, between. Atoms invoking:
From primal, flame. These bright, blazing. Fires, of love.
Our beams will burn the clouds to beacons in the sky…