The Light

You'd always hope the fog
could block the peeking of the curious lighthouse
the direct staring at the heart of the sea
The flowers of the wave
like many fireflies of the moon
are spreading the whispers
stealthily but persistently
If it is not for shores
nothing else could withstand such power of love
endless tide
endless storms
endless blue underneath blue
Until you are coming along
ready to be submerged