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Let me into the lighthouse

I want to see 

The sky,

The sea,

And him

All at once 

Once more

Before the Captain calls 

The battleship boy

Home to war.

He’s sitting half at mast 

In the wharf

Waiting for the 

Right wave to push off onto-

It could come at any time.

War could come at any time.

The signal

And I’ll know.

Key Keeper, it could be

Too late–

A pinch of heart when

He raises 

A hand to heaven

To me 


I am not let in

In time to see–

I’ll settle for 

The sky,

The sea…

In hopes 

He may come 

Home to me.