Adrift at sea, I watch the sun set.
It tarries a bit, longer than I expect.
Perhaps its the setting, a horizon unbroken.
Waiting for a sign, some message, a token.
And then she appeared. Liberty’s flame.
Courage I asked her, torch bearer, no dame.
So she hands me a lantern, and whispers in my ear.
Light for the night, may others appear.
And then she vanished, the lantern ablaze.
I pick up my paddle, spirits raised.
West I go!