Tell The Lighthouse Keeper Poem by Albert Ralph

A circle drawn upon the paper; Is that a goal, for a sad man?
Another line upon my forehead; is that the wage, for knowing?
Knowing that, you can never own a woman’s love.
No matter what, you can never call all the shots.

The compass wavers in my hand; a circle drawn. But the ends won’t meet.
Guess I’ll get up and fix myself another drink; If I can find my sea legs.
Misty sunset in the crow’s nest, overdue for port.
Sailing forward to your harbour, Oh Lord, fill my sails.

Standing ‘neath the lampost, as the dusk winds chill the pier,
Did you remember to wear your heavy sweater? Please wrap up warm.
Did you stop at the harbour chapel, to pray that my ship will make home port?
Pray that my ship will come in.

Tell the lighthouse keeper, to polish his glass, and keep his lamp lit,
‘cause I’m braving the storm, and making for port tonight,
to be with you.

A plotted course upon the chart; like the best laid plans of mice and men.
Another broken pencil lead; another straw, a camel’s back.
Breaking me back, an ill wind blows like dragon’s breath.
Pray for me, because tonight the sea is a harsh mistress. Distress

Another victim of the crossfire, another tempest standing still.
Another night I can’t be with you, another woman waiting, …………
For the prince, in a fairytale.
But out here on the sea, I’m just another man.
Woman, when will you learn?

Tonight, the often gentle waves, aren’t lulling me to sleep.
Tossing and turning in my cabin, I hate to disappoint you again.
But that’s the way of life … woman, when will you learn?

Another man’s head on your pillow.
Another man’s clothes on your line.
Another man’s beard on my razor,
Are they different from mine? When will you learn? Will you learn?
When will we learn? Will we learn? …will we learn?

Another man’s bread on you table,
Another man’s touch in your heart.
Another man’s log in your fireplace,
How have we drifted apart? When will we learn? ….will we learn?
When will I learn? ….will I learn? …will I learn?

And what makes me keep on sailing, upon the sea of your love?
Another line upon my forehead; is that the wage, for knowing?

Another victim of the crossfire,
Another tempest standing still.
Another lifetime spent without you,
Another night I’m waiting for the princess, in a fairy tale.
But out here on the sea, I’m just another man.

Woman when will you learn? ….Will you learn? ….Will you learn?
When will we learn? …..will we learn? ……will we learn? ….will we learn?
And when will I begin? And why?
When I told myself, I would never write,
Another song for you.

A circle drawn upon the paper; ………………..?
Another line upon my forehead; ………………?