The Daily Poem

BEACON

Believe me when I say to you,

Each day is fraught with risk and spills,

And in the seas on every side

Conditions ripe to skin your hide

On coral, rocks, and shifting shoals,

No time to plot it safely through.

Beside your ship and underneath,

Each fathom lifts its crown of thorns,

Amalgamated to decieve,

Construed in darkness far below,

Obscurely fashioned Matterhorms,

Nocturnal, clenched like fists to blow.

Beware the tides that swiftly stream,

Erasing every planned escape,

Assimilating what may seem

Completely sweet to drowning rape.

O shining beacon constant be,

Nest safe my love who sails the sea.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Torres Straight

JOURNAL: Ocean Princess (15th Night)

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