quinta-feira, 17 de outubro de 2013

The light that promised

Towering light house kneel down and chat to me mild
For I am the rocky limits of the sea´s curiosity a waving child
Talk of old shipwrecks your mirrored firey eyes caught near midnights edge
Account for those lost sailors gripping the craggy points of these coasts
Like last century´s widows running up your steps for the lighthouse girl´s throat

Sit down and Split bricks about rock pools and between seaweed educate me
give me the tidal rules
No captain in the world had searched so desperately, no wayward seafearer
 had eyes that licked the shores so sweepingly
Comfort light that saves the keel from reef plunder
That keeps the mast firm in storms that render ships asunder

Light the way towering lighthouse so the lost and adrift
may find their calm harbours.

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