Lighthouses

Freestyle poem on a reality time out.

I don't feel a need to perform, as I bring peace to the storm
Heat to the warm, after the cold reaches the weak have been torn,
Keep my light at the sea, for the blind in the mist of it all,
How righteous I'll be, for the minds lost risking the fall,
That need to sense worth, when they feel worthless,
I give you love since birth, I know this is my purpose,
Sailing through life in search of treasures, the pure bliss,
A new perception of where the bird sits where its perch is.
-Lighthouses-
By~J.P. Dannenberg