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Morning coffee steams in chipped enamel cup
Sand replaces water where I wake up
No foghorn sounds across this quiet floor
Just heat waves rising off the porch board
My logbook stays shut in the bedside drawer
No more charts to plot the rocky shore
The lantern's glass is dusty, cold, and clear
No ships to guide, no storm to fear
Burning low beneath a kerosene sky
Where the desert meets the sea in my eye
Salt in my fingers, sand in my hair
The light still finds me waiting there
Turquoise door swings on a rusted hinge
Coyote calls across the mesa fringe
I mend my nets though no tide rolls in
Old habits hold where new days begin
Burning low beneath a kerosene sky
Where the desert meets the sea in my eye
Salt in my fingers, sand in my hair
The light still finds me waiting there
The keeper's chair faces west not east
Where the sun goes down on the great release
No beam to sweep the black horizon line
Just stars I've known since forty-nine
Pickup trucks kick up the amber dust
Tourists photograph the mission's crust
They ask me why I never left this place
I smile and wipe the oil from my face
Night falls soft on adobe walls
No crashing surf, no squalling calls
I trim the wick, I check the flame
This desert light still knows my name
Burning low beneath a kerosene sky
Where the desert meets the sea in my eye
Salt in my fingers, sand in my hair
The light still finds me waiting there
Yes the light still finds me waiting there
Steady now the kerosene sky
The light holds steady, the light holds high
