The Lighthouse V

Lyrics

"It isn't a thing to think", he said Just a gazing The surface and the light The endless unseen possibilities and, oh Aren't we so absolutely here, now? The water gently heaving Or frozen underfoot Of all the days, these days shine Like fireflies in the dark A lighthouse beam through fog Desert flowers in bloom As disparate oases And then there was the gardener: Green thumb and a boom to blossoms Hers alone, the forge and the fire The rain of things that grow But where is she now? Our garden's all writhen and greyed Her secrets lost today's glimpsed, but not grasped No map could show the way And so we watch the sails unfurl Bare and born, the wind and sun Gazing out beyond the break The surface and the light All the days shone brightly then And we were that what wept for the sea