ISLE OF THE LAND

In a land of endless skies and rolling seas,

At the isle of the stillness of the land,

Amidst the meadows' ease, he kept his beacon,

A guide for wandering souls towards their goals.

In that tranquil haven, where time slowly flowers,

He brought up his daughter, their hearts side by side.

A kid whose spirit grew as rain fell softly upon the waves,

At the isle of the stillness of the land.

As waves whispered secrets to the shore they strode,

In the depths of the sea, a tale unfurled.

The guardian angel, kind-hearted, with wings of grace,

Drawn to the keeper, the one who lights up her nights.

Her eyes meet his, to a connection never broke,

In the solitude of surreal calmness and noble isolation,

A breeze of love that blossoms in all seasons,

At the isle of the stillness of the land.

But the daughter disapproved, her heart unsure,

The stories of vanished sailors who loved the sea’s charms,

The emptiness of a world without her Dad,

The angel's love was a threat she couldn't endure.

Ruled by an angry angel hurt in love, the sea grew restless, 

As he sensed the brewing storm, he spoke to his kid,

A tale, long past, of a love forbidden, of blind union,

At the isle of the stillness of the land.

He spoke of her mother, a creature of the sea,

Whose heart was captured by a man so free,

Their love was a flame that burned bright and wild,

A union of sea and land, defying the rules of both.

From that union, a child of secrets was  born,

He kept her hidden, under the light and in the night,

Now it is time she goes back to her Mother,

From the isle of the stillness of the land.

The lighthouse stood firm, a beacon of hope,

There he stands looking at the calm blue sea,

Memories never become fade, of tender footsteps,

Drenched in the rain of unending solitude.