In antiquity, days of yore
When vikings left their rocky shore
With woolen sail and oaken oar
Home fires burnt atop the fjords
Those fires, o'er time, they grew and
grew
The keepers came, one task to do
Guide sailors home was what they knew
Sending ships to safe harbors, too
Those light no longer light the skies
Or warn the tide has yet to rise
Sailors come home with haunting eyes
By the guiding light through your eyes
© Marc Trepanier 2014
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