Odds for and against
From the beginning
Like scouring every beach
For hidden treasure
Buried in millions
Grains of sand
Stories of the past
Washing over 'til hidden
Lucid dreams and memories
All that remains

Odds for and against
From the beginning
Like scouring every beach
For hidden treasure
Buried in millions
Grains of sand
Stories of the past
Washing over 'til hidden
Lucid dreams and memories
All that remains

'Lighthouse tall and grand
Standing on that cold headland
Shine your light across the sea
For a wayward sailor girl like me
Lighthouse man
Guide this sailor back to land
Steer my ship on through the storm
Back to water safe and calm
Sometimes I need a lighthouse for my own
It gets so dark I can't see which way I'm going
Oh lighthouse man
I'm all at sea
Shine a little lighthouse light on me
Lighthouse man
Can't help us all
Some he'll save and some will fall
He'll show you where the danger lies
But he can't help it if you capsize
He'll light your way but that is all
Steer your own ship back to shore
Won't you light my lonely way back home
This sea is full of misery and woe
Oh woe betide those that say
They don't need no light to light their way
They think they're safe enough on their own
Drown in murky depths below
We all need a lighthouse for our own
It gets so dark I can't see which way I'm going
Oh lighthouse man I'm all at sea
Shine a little lighthouse light on me'
~Song by The Waifs

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Chad Alan Gracey / Chad David Taylor / Edward Joel Kowalczyk / Patrick Dahlheimer
Lighthouse lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

As easy as it shone
Summer is over
Long nights are gone
Behind closed lids
New leaf tips arise
Bulbs push above
The memory never dies
Else we delight
In each day
And every season
Even rains fall
All year round
Eyes like the sky
After a storm
Mine clear
Yours clouded
Goodnight grey sky
See you in the morning

Let me take your photo here
So you'll always remember
The moment I fell for you

An allsort
How does sweet
Laced with salty
Match so perfectly
In the mouth?
Why spliced delights
Sit so long
On the shelf?
How gay colours
Say to blackness
Don't ever change
Yourself...
Knowing well
Never the same
Without the other
Many layered love

April may come again
Eventually it reminds
My nakedness
Revealing everything
Not a leaf remaining
Exposed but not barren
Shedding old stories
Just waiting
Frost and snow
Feral winds blew
Over rooftops
Firelit cabin
At high altitude
While I curled
Wistful and wondering
When the sun, like I
Came out of hiding

Leading me onward
Bitter sweet elixir
Courses through veins
Truth serum
Tried and tired
Confidants attest
Does it enliven?
Give wakeful purpose?
Determination when
World falls around us?
If the answer is yes
It is not addiction
Though why the need
To justify
A thousand times?
Shakespeare sonnet
This is not
But true love
At best

It occurs to me
While lying in poses
On the grass
To hear a gypsy's
Song strumming
But never yours
Is a crime

Lead me out gingerly
Tip toe on silken waves
Embedded with shed
Homes of crustaceans
Talking about homeless
A baby boomer
Teaches me patience
Let the body loose
Long as peripheral
System shuts down
From the chill
Conversation warms
To the gills
We wade, smiling
Two women who flew
South to nest
At twenty eight
Hardly recovered
Making friends
Everywhere we went
Till we swim again
Be well
