Why would man choose such a life
Living on the edge of a volatile sea
Without benefit of children or wife
In the shadow of the reaper’s knife
Where wind alo ne would hear his plea?
What demon roams within his soul
To compel his voluntary exile
Upon such an isolated rocky isle
Circled by moat black as coal
Where placid waters dwell hostile?
None but a lady could so impel
One man to leave his life to chance
To partner in this dangerous dance
On the precipice of heaven and hell
Wooed by exhilaration of romance
The sea is but an alluring temptress
Shameless flirt upon a briny horse
Untamed beauty her only force
But once embraced by her caress
The lady is a victor without remorse
© pending Susan R. O’Brien
Susan, Lovely...I feel the solace and isolation of living in the lighthouse on a rocky ledge, where many a ship met their demise -- Peggie
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