I saw father returning
His first light on the ship
At the drawn line
Between heaven and earth
The lamp bobbed with the wave
Pushed by the wind
Carrying him home,
Homecoming at harbor
Not safe, this cold place
Jarred with peaks
Of hardened coral,
Ravaging the soft curls
Of glassed surf
They were in his brow,
Stories of landed curiosities,
Long gone islands
Deserted at haunted knolls,
What remained,
His smile,
Uttering fervent prayers
Thanks given,
Finally home.
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