And one, named Sun, was once saved by the lighthouse

Were you my temperate child?
My sweet liaison, to untasted wild?
And where was my grounded lighthouse
When all I felt were raucous waves while
Still on land, hugging stone.

Rock of cool breeze and sand in toes
Sand that's sucked to wet and wild throes
life bubbles float while heavy bones sink
Salty wind in air-bits keep, floats
alive in hand, not alone.