The Lighthouse

Who ever told the sun to wake

And who ever told the moon

To clutch the sea?

Did the sun ever say back

Master I refuse to shine?

Did the moon ever refuse

To change the tides?

What does that say for me?

Have I ever found myself in your favor

Or was it just a temporary covering?

And, when the seas become calm

And the winds have all been settled

Will I still see your love?

Will it slowly fade away

Like candle light at dusk?

Or, will you be the lighthouse

On the hillside that

Guides our every move?

I'd love nothing more than

To pull up my roots and replant

Myself in much richer grounds

Shed the dead limbs and re-grow new

When it all fades

And darkness overcomes us

Will you still be there?

Will you still shine?