Waves against a lighthouse

Passion a wave, surges with crests and troughs, always pulsing throbbing

Tides that raise and fall driven by moon, winds, pushes and ebbs, never constant

Always present, in violent storms it destroys, its destruction leaves sobbing

Changing colors of the sea, the liquid heart of you and me

Love, not sun or moon nor guiding star but what we are, always present

The lighthouse inside, a guiding beam through storms on a perilous sea

Though breakers batter, beat the shore, built on solid rock, secure, quiescent

Will guide you home, safe and sure to what you adore, whatever you be