Rumor is –
No one operates the lighthouse
Yet the light shines on
At dusk the boats turn home
Like the man on the moon
They claim he’s there
The old town friend
Who couldn’t let go
He lingers outside our port
Casting the beam wide and bright
They say he’ll never leave
Never is a promise many fail to keep
But should he stay true
The ghost guarding our black coast
Won’t steer us wrong
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I'm inspired by almost anything and everything creative - nature, architecture, art, words, music...I like to roam along streets, through foreign countries, and within my mind where the world is full of endless possibilities. I dream of being an idealist, but I've experienced too many harsh realities for that wish to ever be true. Therefore, I look for the hope and the good in small nuances, and I express my thoughts and feelings about the world around me on pages and canvases whenever I can.
