Letters from Thridrangar Lighthouse
Letters from Thrídrangar Lighthouse
I stand on top and wave to you across the sea,
From the loneliest house the world has ever known.
Like a lost star hung over the cold north.
Silence breaks when storms hit the stone walls,
Moon sends his light and calls my name for sure.
The air is freezing on the roof, I feel like a sinking boat.
I am the keeper here, in this white-walled place,
Writing you letters, my beloved, in short.
One day you will read them and send flowers back.
Sometimes I seal my words inside a bottle,
Throw it from the tower where the ships go past,
Hoping the tide will carry it to you.
This light shows ships the way through the vast sea,
So they will not be lost when the night grows black.
But my letters are lost in the weight of the sea.
A lighthouse is the last hope for those without direction,
The one thing that calls them home again.
I keep the light. I keep waiting.
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