Harbour

I could be the emergency candle

when flickering dangers dodge you,

keep me in a jar,

that contained lemon marmalade,

you love oranges I know,

life is fond of sour lemons instead,

culinary arts is so much more than Michelin stars,

it hardly is a fair-weather place

but in any season on Earth

and phase of the Moon, 

a firefly pixie is your friend,

delve into your spiritual growth,

a well-wisher won't push you 

into the well when you take refuge,

in the dense fog, 

tons of silver linings we can craft,

an ethereal friend-ship sails and sails,

in due course blessed with bountiful harvests.

©songbriti