The lighthouse

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Maybe it’s time to loosen my grip,
Let the tide wash all memories clean
Maybe I must admit —
Love’s become a prison, stifling, unseen.

Like a ship lost in the night’s deep sea,
Beyond the horizon, lost to sight.
You’re far away — I’m the lighthouse, not free,
Waiting for a sail that won’t return tonight.

If our meeting was a starlit chance,
A fleeting spark in the dark’s embrace,
Why must parting be fate’s cold dance,
A god’s cruel game, with cruel face?

Foggy glass and rivers full of tears,
I write your name in water’s trace.
You are there, beyond dawn and fears
In the reflection of a foreign space

I swam with all I had, it's true,
And searched for your harbor — to be free,
By the map of worlds, which I drew
Chasing shores only my soul could see.

If our meeting was a starlit chance,
A fleeting spark in the dark’s embrace,
Why must parting be fate’s cold dance,
A god’s cruel game, with cruel face?

Love’s been lost in prayers to the sky,
So near — yet so far apart.
How many battles must I fight,
Before I reach your sacred heart?

I dived and from the bottom took out
Excalibur-Sword, treasures — a darkness!
I would give everything for your smile
Just to awaken our love

If our meeting was a starlit chance,
A fleeting spark in the dark’s embrace,
Why must parting be fate’s cold dance,
A god’s cruel game, with cruel face?

Let Love wake up from sleep!
She will remember, and her chains will fall.
The Universe will softly gleam:
“Those who love — will find them all.”