The lighthouse.

The weather breathes through me,
Through the hair, through the lungs, to the sea,
The wind breathes to the other side,
But I wish it breathed me.
So I'd sail to the city for free.
To the city of lights,
Of candle lit nights...
Yet I wish it was only for me.
Like my light inside that you see,
It's limited.
And somewhere away there's a lighthouse,
Please, bring me there,
To your lighthouse
To be.
And I wish wind breathed you to the shore of me.
Two lighthouses guided as one,
In the sail of the endless sea.