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not without compass
at sea where I stand
not far from shore
nor far from her but drifting.
she looks at me amazed
Thinking me capable of standing
or staying in the light house yonder.
I know I could lift myself up
light the lantern for others
as I am oft likely to do
she is more precious however
then those strangers afar
even while feeble hands forbid help.
Rocks fill her waters with blood
that I could heal
were I permitted.
I chose to swim
for she came here
in waters she didn't know for my sake
waters I did know though treacherous to others
both knowing I told her to stay away
but she insisted.
I hear distant shouts
"why should the tower man swim
when others are adrift and willing
let her follow like the others"
I cannot be so callus though
Long I thought on it were I able
It is strange to be thought foolish
only hoping that foolishness anon
would receive a warmer welcome
then a man who comes
home without his mate.