i came looking for you at the lighthouse

      i came looking for you at the lighthouse,
      where the delaware meets the atlantic,
      in a dream where we were trampling the shore,
      on the night you had left me in despair.
      i had visited you again, in the
      old victorian with the gingerbread trim,
      along the old promenade where we met.
      I had known you before, when the houses
      were uncolored and the masts all lowered.
      i had loved you before, for as many
      times as you captured the sunset in your
      hair and the glistening moon in your eyes.
      i went looking in this place by the sea,
      but found you only in my memory.

            Lowell R. Luis
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