The Light of Castine

My love and I we took a ride One beautiful Spring morn late May Through the winding Maine countryside We headed over Castine way We came this way times before To charming Castine town Now we had come again once more To visit an old friend we found With time to enjoy the scenery As time slows down in Maine Over hills of bright flowers and greenery Quaint little harbors and bays The road wound into town We followed it down dockside We found a bench and sat down To watch the boats and rolling tide We held hands and watched the bay Listened to the seagulls cry It couldn’t have been a more perfect day To share with my love by my side In the shining sun we sat and talked Of the day, our future, our past A small boat slid up and docked Her Captain tied her down fast In quiet love we sat some more Staring out onto the bay With dreams of a life on this distant shore A tugboat slipped out and sailed away Our hearts full of joy and most content We left the dock to be on our way We still had to visit our friend We came to see from far away As we came upon the place Tucked away on the edge of town The smiles fell from our face At the solemn sight we had found We stood in disbelief This place we loved to come to Was robbed of life by a fiery thief Escaped one night from the chimney flu Standing tall was Dyce Head Light Our old friend had suffered great loss The Keeper’s house one April night Was ravaged by fire at quite a cost Sadly we walked the path well worn Down through the trees and flowers To the stairs that led down to the shore ‘Neath the blinking red eye of the iron tower A skeleton replaced the old storm-farer Whose view now blocked by trees On the rocks we sat holding each other Lost in our thoughts and memories We looked out over the water The sun was now covered by clouds of grey We thought we saw a sea otter And puffins playing in the waves With heavy hearts we turned to leave Climbed the stairs to the path through the trees Stopped at a clearing once more to see With hope and a sigh and memories Steadfast strong old Dyce Head Light Standing alone, sad and forlorn Newly dressed in a fine coat of white Your Keeper’s house, life from it shorn Noble Dyce Head standing full height Your light for us will forever shine Even without lens you gleam ever bright In our hearts and in our minds Perhaps one brighter future day With hope to find you restored and whole My love and I shall return from away To the light of Castine, her heart and her soul