Beneath the boat, about to bite and tear,
To wear away our confidence,
Sense of direction on the charted course,
As sails are set to a winderly direction,
Towards source and sustenance, satisfaction
of safe anchorage.
The lighthouse beacon beams to east and west,
Tests the blackout that would leave us behind,
Unable to find our way faithfully and
Leave us flung aside,
So sparks hope, keep us encouraged
As they flash and firefly,
Dance a floodlight upon the path,
Swath, festival of search and assist, a million
starfish tears,
Light years and years above board,
Beyond reprehension, comprehension, incalculable
depth of darkness cut through with lighthouse aid,
Aim, lamplight, candle in the night, love light,
Seaweed hair and prayer somewhere.
