ShyEyes
Novice Sprinter
The iron lamp begins to turn
against the black and rising foam,
a single beam that starts to burn
to lead the restless sailor home.
It does not sail upon the deep,
nor battle with the crashing wave;
it only has a watch to keep
above the ocean’s open grave.
Though winds may howl and tempests blow,
and darkness hides the rocky shore,
its quiet, unwavering golden glow
remains a promise at the door.
For some are born to cross the sea,
and brave the wild and open track,
while others stand where land meets lee
to guide the weary wanderer back.
against the black and rising foam,
a single beam that starts to burn
to lead the restless sailor home.
It does not sail upon the deep,
nor battle with the crashing wave;
it only has a watch to keep
above the ocean’s open grave.
Though winds may howl and tempests blow,
and darkness hides the rocky shore,
its quiet, unwavering golden glow
remains a promise at the door.
For some are born to cross the sea,
and brave the wild and open track,
while others stand where land meets lee
to guide the weary wanderer back.
