The Beacon
I know the undulations
of your nascent, breathy song,
the tender language you carry
in this unknown world.
Your cry, the lighthouse beacon
and I, the ship approaching shore.
The Beacon
The Beacon
I know the undulations
of your nascent, breathy song,
the tender language you carry
in this unknown world.
Your cry, the lighthouse beacon
and I, the ship approaching shore.
Writer. Singer. Storyteller. Shiseiji. 