She was the light keeper’s daughter, raised on rock and seaweed.
Drew clouds upon the sky. Traced winds and currents with her fingers.
She lilted the albatross and ghost ships to rest their weary souls upon her shore.
Slept under star-quilt stitched by moonbeams.
Waited for lost mariner to sail his dreams to her. (54 words)
© Lorraine 2017
image: Geran de Klerk
A micro-bust of prosetry for BikurGurl’s 100 word Wednesday week #24