Safe Haven

Across the clearest oceans
Are never ending views
Nothing for miles
As the door bell sings a soothing tune.
Tall red bricks that lead to spelling staircases.
One after another they lead to higher and higher places.

As you enter each room their is something new on display.
Shadows. Skeletons. A view of the bay.

Some rooms are longer while others are nooks.
Each smell of perfumes and oils of the sea breeze that flows through.
Clean and tidy
Nothing falls out of place.
But every now and then this lighthouse calls for a messy space.

It’s visitors come in waves as they search around. Not wanting to leave as they search for higher ground.

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