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All at sea
'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
Mare Nostrum
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
Captured
Heart empty vessel
No sticks, stones or broken bones
Could ever fill it
Grand gestures
A strange kind of opulence
Tucked away behind
Concrete walls
Only to be enjoyed
By the blessed few
Who die too soon
To enjoy it
Skin dipping
I loved my waterbabies
Wanted all my own
Doting watchers nod, clap, smile
As we kick, plunge, dive
Surprised they paid
A teenager so well
To swim and play
With children
No favourites
But one boy
Keen as mustard
From far across
Indian Ocean
Much bigger, older
Than the others
Little I knew
To dip was such
A luxury because
Of the colour
Of the skin
Don’t panic
Poetry
A kind of torture
By Vogons
Me before you
Jill of all trades
Lifesaver, dawn breaker
Pool pacer
Hearth watcher
Ball catcher
Friend to hidden
Worlds unknown
Just debator
Navigator
Peacemaker
Unveil hidden
Latent potential
Me first
Then you
Narcissus’ touch
Tell me, dear friend
Cool lover
So full
Of us and potential
Do you only love
For what you might
Obtain from such
A warm and generous
Soul denying
Herself?
A sacrificial kind
You will humbly assist
With their purpose
In life?
No greater love
Than one who
Forsakes (you for)
Oneself?
Fil
A curiosity resides
In farthest place
Unseen
Nightly gentle one disrobes
To find a hole
Within
Enquiring strangers gasp along
The street remark
Obscene
By some eyes a dagger lies
Between two ribs
Deep in
Enlightened cries swear angels
Wings removed, her wound
Unclean
Whispers guess a trickster nigh
Attention all
Seeking
Hot balloon of tattle
Entourage
Winking
Shy of hype and mock
Woman stops and stands
Sinking
Looks could shoot
Ears aloof, no grain of truth
Telling
As if an elephant
Had taken stage on a
Stampede
Shouts of anger
Stares asunder children fled
The scene
A robber, thief, caught in act
A trial for one
Denied
Justice would be pierced
Without a word until
She speaks
I hear you all are roused because
A piece of me
Missing
Implore, ne’er do harm
Walk the line but not
Guilty
The missing part I do not know
A thread was pulled
In seams
The pain of it concerns me not
Compared to that
By thee
Count the stars of heaven 