I felt like writing a poem. Not a common thing I suppose. Nor a pursuit I consider an expertise of mine. But I thought I would post it anyway. And it remains on topic.
You, a lighthouse of my own design
That watches waters shy,
And left unsought you sigh
For the ship of cherry wood. You pine,
With unabated light, for its berth
Upon our rocky shore,
To rest forever more
Where you and I jointly brick the earth.