You’re a beacon, baby
Oh yeah.
You flicker like a flame
and I come to you.
I’m a lost ship.
I’m a moth.
You’re a candle
when the power’s out.
You’re a flashlight
slicing through the night.
You’re a beacon, baby.
Bring me home.
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Hmm. Sounds like it wants to be a song, doesn’t it?
Shawn L. Bird 
Sounds like, you have wandering eyes?
The narrator of the poem has plainly been feeling distant and lost.
Don’t confuse persona with the poet. They’re often complete unrelated.
i know, darling!
Just funning you….
Sometimes what we write is non-related, only in my poetry.. There is a story behind the words..
kisses within lov
chris
Well, there’s always a story behind my poetry. It’s not always my story.
Life of stories, poetically said…
If this were you, he’d be shining that beam like crazy.
lol
Criticism creative so good, execution included think this is the way to poetry the real … No travel journeys lately? 3000 leave the bacon alone
? Hmm.
hm—-what im trying ,he heNot many who know or would think I’m starting to write poetry
As said the attempt. Respects what you do so what criticism you come with welcome
nikada
I’m just confused about the bacon.
Me to. Greetings from Sweden