Pink granite crags warn ships away yet stoic strangers roam,
in the coastal village autumn streets unfold into a vibrant scene,
where a widowed housewife dreams of making again a home,
in this figure of fantasy, ocean-side dreams of dandy convene.

The scarlet beacon reflects on the ocean’s face,
Shining in winter, a snowflake star, a solo revolutionary,
Winter sleeps slowly, as the moon keeps pace.
Love’s thaw eve, in moonlight, is a dreamer’s sanctuary.

As the scarlet beacon fades again and again into the horizon’s glow,
The moon’s rhythm echoes in wax and wane in the night’s embrace,
Pink granite crags stand sentinel, watching ships come and go.
Love’s sanctuary lingers in mid-winter thaw, leaving a salty trace.

In the coastal village where snowflakes often melt as they fall,
dreams interweave with fairy tales of a home by the ocean’s shore,
The widowed housewife, remains hopefully resilient through it all,
that dandy dreams like a pirate’s treasure she might hold forevermore.

The daydreamer wanders through this second winter’s sleep,
A sea shanty unfolds, sung for a dark-eyed sailor’s waste,
A superfluous spring, in the ship’s hold, the heart is a treasure to keep.
She finds the suitcase packed under the bed leaving no shadows to trace.

Eva said to Satan, of the sailor- “Take away your sorcerer’s spell”
until spring comes again in a parade of blooming flowers,
Bidding farewell to sorrow, in time she may have tales to tell.
Sacrament to a housewife she stays widowed to the bowers.

The sea shanty’s melody in her heart she keeps a sailor’s serenade,
Eva and Satan, when the summer storms blow in, they contemplate,
where tides might carry lost treasures in the ship’s hold that were laid
in deep waters where the ship and sailor fades to memory and fate.