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My Impossible Lighthouse ©

Sonja Nic Rafferty
Germany
2002

Where is the watchman of the fire
That warms up my heart's desire?
Where is the keeper of the lights
In my life's darkest nights?

Fishermen want to see the navigational light
Like I trace my ancestors' traditions in Tayside.
Lead me around the reef's roaring breaker.
Lead me around the massif's warring troublemaker.
My impossible lighthouse is standing on a rocky island,
Impossible because only I see its luminosity in the rain band.
For the safety of everybody - In Salutium Omnium
The candle-lit demonstration all across the spectrum,
When nightly against the jagged coast the lights go on,
Not any longer by coal pans or reflectors, it's all automaton.
In the midst of the omnipresent seagulls' cry
I sail to the isles in the middle of nowhere well nigh.
Scotland has many middles of nowhere in the veil of mist,
But the Stevensons' did a good work, pioneers and idealists!
Lead me around the reef's roaring breaker.
Lead me around the massif's warring troublemaker.
Where public roads end, as well waterways are dangerous,
Where the sea is supposed to be rough and my journey adventurous.

There is the watchman of the fire
That warms up my heart's desire.
There is the keeper of the lights
In my life's darkest nights.

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