Five-Point Beacon

The compass spins in the heavy dark,

A restless needle, a wandering spark.

Lost in the pull of the midnight tide,

With nothing but the moon to guide.

But I’ve got a beacon drawn in ink,

Five points to keep me from the brink.

A steady glow that burns so bright,

To steer me through the darkest night.

You are the north that calls me home,

No matter where these waters roam.

The gales will howl and the sails will tear,

But I’m holding on to the promise there.

Carved in the lines where the map unfolds,

A steadfast truth that a sailor holds.

'Cause I’ve got a beacon drawn in ink,

Five points to keep me from the brink.

A steady glow that burns so bright,

To steer me through the darkest night.

You are the north that calls me home,

No matter where these waters roam.

When the sky goes black and the ocean crashes,

And the lighthouse fades in memory’s flashes,

I look to the sky,

past the anchor and line,

And follow the glow of that singular sign.

Following the five points.

Sailing by the steadfast light.

Drop the anchor, end the fight.

I'm finally home tonight.