you wink at me like a low flying plane
and i tiptoe into thoughts of leaving this place with you.
soon i wade in safe adventure,
my eyes steady with your signal
shooting across miles of my darkness.
i take you in until my focus adjusts;
as i get closer i see the outline of the
metal frame on which your beacon is crowned.
you are a stationary tower
and my heart falls from a ledge as tall as your facaud.