The Pink Lighthouse Poem

Slowly, quietly through the fog
you struggle & reach to find...
A little guidance, a glimpse of light
So you can stop running blind.

You hear the bell toll in the dark
and you turn to find your way.
You pray the sound will lead you out
to see a brand new day.

Up ahead you see a flash
then watch it disappear.
The pull is strong and leads you on
as the fog begins to clear.

As the mists fade, you hold your breath
amazed at your newfound calm.
For there it is!  You have found us
here at PinkLighthouse.com.

Now come on in and join us,
no judgments will you hear.
Just friends and fun and special ones
who are proud to have you near.
                                                     ~~Jypsi