Halls of the Lighthouse
Wind whistles
Through slats and windows
Even when weather is calm
And it sounds like whispers
Shadows spied
From corner of eyes
Floating through staiways
And gray tear peripherals
Seaman and sailors
Fishermen and crews
Trailers of past ahoy
Tentacled in foggy hues
Seeking shelter from the storm
Upon a summoning beam of light
Navigating a way home
Across salt sprayed foam
A bridge to a port of resting
O'er boulders and peril
Spirits wade ashore
Upon the tower cresting
Barnacles and bones
Deckhands final passage
Wash into the Lighthouse
Take refuge in her halls
Wave upon wave
Age upon age
Wash into the Lighthouse
Take refuge in her halls