I first saw it beneath the setting sun
A string of gold against the purple clouds
It stood before the edge of the divide
Between the raging sea and the rolling clouds
I dove at the sight of Hope
Washing my hair with salty sand
There is the beacon beyond turbid seas
Haven to repose and a harbor to dock
The waves came, crashing, crashing
It grayed the world with soaring height
It became my eyes and all I see
And when I got back on top
The lighthouse was gone
Buried beneath the dome of the clouds
As the sea and the sky embraced
So passes my Hope
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 1:49 AM UTC
I first saw it beneath the setting sun
A string of gold against the purple clouds
It stood before the edge of the divide
Between the raging sea and the rolling clouds
I dove at the sight of Hope
Washing my hair with salty sand
There is the beacon beyond turbid seas
Haven to repose and a harbor to dock
The waves came, crashing, crashing
It grayed the world with soaring height
It became my eyes and all I see
And when I got back on top
The lighthouse was gone
Buried beneath the dome of the clouds
As the sea and the sky embraced
So passes my Hope