The lighthouse
wishing a heedful journey,
beckoning the weary sailor,
the lost traveler,
it murmurs:
Better to succumb
to the hypnotic swing of the
keeper's lantern,
like a mother's arms releasing and welcoming,
than drift untethered.
So, bid me safe passage,
bid me fair weather,
bid me home and gone.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 6:28 PM UTC
The lighthouse
wishing a heedful journey,
beckoning the weary sailor,
the lost traveler,
it murmurs:
Better to succumb
to the hypnotic swing of the
keeper's lantern,
like a mother's arms releasing and welcoming,
than drift untethered.
So, bid me safe passage,
bid me fair weather,
bid me home and gone.