Don’t.
Don’t breathe life into my soul unless you mean it.
The very depth of those words are all I have
and all I’ve ever longed for.
You see, you’re a lighthouse.
My lighthouse.
And I’ve spent countless nights staring back at you.
All until morning breaks and the sun awakes,
robbing me of your beauty,
the universe and its delicate,
swaying act of back and forths.
I’m but a vessel, a castaway
chasing the lamplight that scours and stretches across the night sky
in search of its counterpart.
Oh, how I wish it was me you were searching for.