When the gravestone grey waters
swirl with an evil menace
and crash against the hulls of creaking, wooden ships
you will guide the way to safety
lighthouse.
And the wind whips up in a fury
battering against the portholes
crying out eerily with the voice of tortured mermaids
you will show the way to shore
lighthouse.
When the sodden flags crack
against the dripping masts
and the ropes swell with the seawater
you will guide the way to safety
lighthouse.
When the sky cracks and fizzles
bearing down upon the tiny, toy-like ships
and a shot of lightening crackles across the clouds
you will show the way to shore
lighthouse.
And as the timbers creak and warp
against their rusty nails
and the Captain orders everyone up onto deck
you will guide the way to safety
lighthouse.
And when the ship reaches the seething rock-cliffs
and the foaming water launches itself against impenetrable land
and the ship loses its course
you will show the way to shore
lighthouse.
And when the captain throws up his hands
in defeat, and the crew members risk their luck
with the churning water, and the ship spins out of control
you will guide the way to safety
lighthouse.
After the storm, when the water is calm
and all that can be seen of the damage
are planks of timber tossing on the sea
you will sit there, serene
lighthouse.

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Butterfly Ripples
PuisiButterfly ripples through water and wind fluttering petals, whispering wings. Words swing 'round trees carried in a breeze of butterfly ripples so do as you please. But don't taunt their song of water and wind: to it they belong and so they will sin...