The Lighthouse

At the end of the jetty

where the walkway meets the blue.

I'll stand a-lone in the darkness

shining through.

No wind can sway me.

All rain a welcome shower.

To muse is to soar through heaven.

Hour on hour.

Roving through the night,

weary hearts ignite,

when they catch a glimpse

of that familiar light,

Nothing anywhere ever can compare

to the one who's always there

O, great conveyor

for you I'll be an aid.

You'll steer an untroubled passage

unswayed

But, sweet deliv'rer,

one day, to me, attend.

I'll long to hear you calling,

my friend

Roving through the night,

weary hearts ignite,

when they catch a glimpse

of that familiar light,

Nothing anywhere ever can compare

to the one who's always there

Out of the fog out of the mire

a familiar outline fires afar.

Hurrying over the glimmering bath

stemming the tide holding us apart.

Ploughing ahead with certain design,

a shot in the dark, an invisible line,

long awaited, hurtling through,

into the light and I'm born anew.

Now after all, returned again,

you heard my call, you heard, my friend,

and while away, I watched afar,

now here you'll stay, now here you are.