The View From The Lighthouse

On shifting sand no boat can sail
A plaintive wind cease not to wail.
A glowing orb looks out to sea;
Atop the staff sits none but me.
A million waves march on the land,
And in the moonlight, thresh the sand.
In wide horizons, free to roam
But yet nowhere to call my home.
Piano improvisation. The notes have been edited.

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