Lighthouse Keys.
Who stole
the lighthouse keys?
There’s no beacon I can see.
Where is the roaming beam
that circles by degrees,
that reaches out across the sea,
to keep the rocks away from me?
Who stole the lighthouse keys
and snubbed my candle reach?
No seam of light that holds the night
or mark and guide cross awkward skies,
now just screeching gulls of eventide
once more a fearful mystery -
controlled by they, that stole
the lighthouse keys.