Beacon and Flame
The Lightkeeper rises where the lake meets sky,
his beam a steady arc that carves the night,
Saylour moves slowly into the reaching glow,
her breath in time with the constant pulse.
White stones cradle the tower’s rooted base,
his hands shape darkness full of patience and care,
her body learns the strength held in his touch,
drawn not bound but given willingly.
The beam sweeps wide, a calm unwavering force,
Saylour traces its course on her skin aglow,
each flicker a word spoken without sound,
a promise held in soft, shared light.
Waves murmur gently beneath the steadfast tower,
the light a thread connecting keeper and heart,
her presence folds into the quiet trust,
a haven built on choice and consent.
Storms rise beyond, fierce and untamed,
but here the tower stands firm, unshaken,
Saylour steps forward with measured intent,
finding strength in the clear, shared bond.
Dawn spills gold over lake and stone,
their shadows merge beneath softening beams,
each breath taken weaves the tether tight,
keeper and chosen, bound in steady grace.
Together they stand, beacon and flame entwined,
he the guiding force, she the willing light,
in shared glow their power and grace combine,
truth reflected across the quiet lake.