996Â where no boat will come to pick you up
there have been only a few springs
when I missed the chance to pick flowers
in the garden to offer at the grave
Where we buried a part of us together
When we failed
To keep the lamp burning
In the night
So that ships could find their moorings
Anchor were dropped at the place
where no boat will come to pick you up
and you will go back
I have been used by the
Lighthouse guard
As the wick in the lamp
Whenever it rains
Tears from the leaking roof
He collects it and puts in the lamp
And I burn
To ensure that no other ships looses its way