I am a spotlight.

Standing crouched and slim.
Well oiled enough to run,
But often thrown out to swim.

Here in the deep I sink,
Drawn by reflective scales,
But no sight of other lights,
Isolated with my own visual wails.

Picked up by some,
Yet carried none,
Only to peck the food out of my steel frame.

I'm built to last,
But alas
Not built for endless drain.

You are a lighthouse.

You quench my indignation,
With endless invitation

I'm overwhelmed,
Offers held
Still most I try to decline.

I've always been quelled,
On small victories held,
When life wasn't going swimmingly

But now I can
Hand in hand
With someone I call mine

Some call you the shore,
Some say "land-ho".
I call you gaylord,
And you're my new home.