Who stole
the lighthouse keys?
No beacon can I see.
No roaming beam
circling by degrees,
reaching out across the sea,
Oh keep these rocks away from me.
Who stole the lighthouse keys?
Who snubbed candle’s reach?
No seam of light to hold the night,
no mark and guide cross awkward skies,
and now, the screeching gulls of eventide.
No more I see - just mystery
controlled by those who stole
the lighthouse keys.

This entry was posted on Thursday, August 4th, 2005 at 5:25 pm and is filed under Fear.