A BEACON BECKONS .. (A poem )

Dark and callous..storms raged
You know them storms...
claustrophobic thoughts caged.
mind numbed the norms..
endless thoughts I engaged.

A conscience catamaran without a sail..
Them high waves thrashing the bow..
me's an artist.. trying to sail the gale
mental boat rocks aft .. high and low.

Land Ahoy !! I see a lighthouse..
guide me away from stolidity that I graze.
O golden red flame... ! shine bright ..
with grace ..tall and towering u glaze..

Get me through the storm.. I beg ,I reckon..
Be a Golden Beacon... and unto me you beckon !!