Pharos Beckons
The fog came rolling over the restless sea
Waves wild and free
The deep roar of the torrent
A chorus of voices, horrid
In the distance a diaphone signals
An eclipse emits navigation, fickles
In the tower a keeper beckons
A definite call from the heavens
A bright light calls, beckons my safety
Approaching my anchorage bravely
Happiness is not my destination, but the start of my journey
My ship sailed from the dead wintry bleakness, weather so gloomy
My cries ripples and rolls into the misty light
I'm in pained despair, has he heard my alarmed SOS, my plight?
Thunder clouds clap their giant hands, I gasp for breath in the salty air
No more darkness, my beacon; strength, guidance and safe harbor commands, coheir
Nearing the rocks and reefs, the final dangers of my turbulent voyage
Oh, the feeling of triumph so joyous
My paper, my pharos, my escape
My euphoria I can't contain
An imaginary world of romantic fantasy I enter
I cross the threshold of the quixotic splendor
No longer lost in the turbulent ocean
But caught up in my day-dream emotions