The Lighthouse

Someday I’ll have a lighthouse 

A small one by a bay.

Somewhere far from the cities, 

So crowds stay far away.

It shall have four whole storeys. 

The topmost hold the light 

That in many years has worked no more

To guide ships in the night.

One floor of beds a plenty,

And hammocks hanging high.

So when the night’s upon us

You need not say goodbye. 

And all along the rounded walls, 

Of almost every room, 

Books and games are staked up high

For days of rain and gloom. 

And in the tiny harbour 

That lies within the bay, 

There waits a little sail boat, 

Waits for the faithful day

On which we want to stay no more,

On which we sail away.