Her Love is a Lighthouse

Sometimes, I think I may've already died and now my spirit is only experiencing phantom pains from my former physical earthly existance. Daydreams of a happy safe life remain only to torture me as I drift on this wide open ocean that has become my hell.

Visions of my One True Love appear along the horizion. A white beam of pure light streams into space from the top of her head. I hear her soft voice on gentle breezes from a million miles away. She beckons me towards her. I cry and I beg with this wide open ocean becuz I am helpless against its strong currents that decide my direction entirely.  Waves tease me, surfing me closer and then pulling me further from her.