Found it lodged in kelp and rope
Drifted past the lantern slope
Carriage frozen stiff and cold
Stories locked in rusted hold
Typewriter tide comes rolling in
Brings the words the tide let spin
Dawn light reads the pages wet
Stories salt cannot forget
Wooden dock holds morning hush
Gone the ferry's winter rush
Planks remember heavy tread
Now just gulls and kelp bed
Typewriter tide comes rolling in
Brings the words the tide let spin
Dawn light reads the pages wet
Stories salt cannot forget
Ribbon feeds through calloused thumbs
Frees the type from brackish slums
Paper drinks the brine and sun
Words breathe deep now night is done
Typewriter tide comes rolling in
Brings the words the tide let spin
Dawn light reads the pages wet
Stories salt cannot forget
Lamp room dark since ninety-four
Keeper watches from the shore
Types the log the sea erased
Each dawn a page the tide replaced
Storm glass falls but bar holds steady
Typewriter clicks like heartbeat ready
No signal fire needed now
Words arrive on salt worn prow
Keys strike clean in morning light
Carriage swings with tidal might
Ribbon sings the keeper's hand
Stories written on the sand
Typewriter tide comes rolling in
Brings the words the tide let spin
Dawn light reads the pages wet
Stories salt cannot forget
Stories salt cannot forget
Morning writes what night erased
Keeper reads the final page
