The loom of the lighthouse

There is nothing that feels to a tired, wet sailor, more like a saviour that a lighthouse looming out of a dark heaving sea

Don’t you love the loom of the lighthouse?
As it flashes one, two or three?
It’s the kindliest friend on which to depend
When you’re sailing the sunless sea

Don’t you love the loom of the lighthouse?
Red danger but clear when its white?
With its beacon height known and its bob distance shown
By the chart table’s little night light

Don’t you love the loom of the lighthouse?
When you’re sailing on heaving water
With its signature bright piercing the night
As you’re fighting dark swells on your quarter

Don’t you love the loom of the lighthouse?
As it bobs with the boat’s rise and fall
In a couple of ticks, with a hand bearing fix
You know there’s no problem at all

I love the loom of the lighthouse
When my lee gunwale’s running under
And she balks at the strain from the jib and the main
And smashes the seaway asunder

Then the heartwarming loom of the lighthouse
Tells me all in my world is well
And what seemed to me an ominous sea
Becomes more of a pleasant swell

neal (2011)