Artwork: Lighthouse Dandelions by Jamie Wyeth
The lighthouse of my dreams,
So soft and sublime like a new morning,
Is rebuilt when I lay my head on the pillow;
The dandelions in my front yard rise with ease,
With promises of wild trysts from their golden lips.
Though an ominous sky threatens with black clouds,
To wash away my home brick by brick;
I have the spirit of the river,
That flows generous, smooth, and clear.