The Lighthouse

I have watched from the tower That rises in the night, To the throne of the mountains To stand at their height. I have gazed at the waters Of emerald seas, To the depth of all beauty The breath of the breeze. In the dusk I have risen The staircase to climb, To the light of my tower that always must shine. In the storms of the winter That howl to the moon, I have listened and wondered While hearing each tune. Through the vines of my window The ivy and rose, With their berries and blossoms Protect and enclose. Here I look for the sailors When lost in the night, When their ships are in danger I shine out my light. On the edge of the ocean Where waves meet the sand, There the rocks are the border Between sea and land. The sharp fangs of the ocean The swords of the shores, That devour the wretched That died in their jaws. So I climb still the staircase To stand there tonight, For I've seen those who washed up Who died without light.