You found a letter soaked in gray
Ink runs loose like tide on clay
No lighthouse beam to guide the page
Just flickering bulbs in a steel cage
The stamp dissolves a white flag gone
Address blurred like dawn on dawn
You read the lines that salt ate through
Words meant for a different you
That wet envelope holds a storm
No keeper's lamp to keep it warm
The platform drinks the ink you chase
A tide of words in a hollow place
Fold it slow don't tear the skin
Let the water write the end
Your pocket takes the heavy sheet
A cargo hold for cold concrete
That wet envelope holds a storm
No keeper's lamp to keep it warm
The platform drinks the ink you chase
A tide of words in a hollow place
No foghorn sounds in tunnel deep
Just dripping pipes where rusted creep
But you've read the light by storm-beat heart
A map drawn where the dark begins
The stairs go up to wind and rain
You climb out from the platform's vein
The letter dries against your chest
A beacon in a wool-worn vest
No log book notes this midnight run
Just wet paper and rising sun
You keep the light you always do
Even when the coast is you
That wet envelope holds a storm
No keeper's lamp to keep it warm
The platform drinks the ink you chase
A tide of words in a hollow place
Rain falls slow on concrete piers
You're the keeper standing here
