2015:
Standing there alone, set solid in earth,
The tower doesn’t budge from the rumble of the surf,
Pouring out light for the weary sailor to see,
Warning from the horn cutting the fog of split pea,
Lonesome he stands with no chance to roam,
Immune to the thought, this place is home,
Watching the tide rise and watching the tide fall,
Looking out over the sea he can’t help to feel small,
But stand alone he doesn’t, he welcomes all to his shores,
For a brief rest or maybe just a bit more.

2017:
I’ve realized that sometimes I stand alone,
Standing guard of this earthly throne,
Pouring out subconsciously onto those I love,
Trying to help them reach for beyond the moon above,
So I come down from that perch in the light,
Participate in todays plan, a dream takes flight,
I board the ship that has anchored in the harbor,
Align the stars to the compass readying to sail farther,
I prepare for the next journey across the salty sea,
An adventure awaits for us wherever that may be.

2019:
I’ve sailed the seas and seen many a places,
But not where is as important as who’s behind the faces,
I want not to tend the lighthouse nor sail the subconscious ship,
I am finding my purpose after a stumble and a trip,
I look below and I look above, it must be around the turn,
Because everything I just came from was destroyed by the burn,
Out of the experience and out of the destruction,
Billowing to new heights, a rise of convection,
From the earth, over the sea, and through the air I must travel,
The chapters of this journey, they are spiritually raveled,
Reading these words, what is it do you see?
The lighthouse, the ship, and sharing with you, me.

2021:

As a fog settled in while this light is getting repaired,

Only noise emitted, neither time nor attention is shared,

Finding a purpose in this day and age where values are bygone,

Remembering a rhythm that once flowed from your song,

I’m sad when I remember how much love I have lost,

But I remind myself how grateful