3 Beacons

Three beacons flash into the night,
Stationed in the land far away
Stationed on the edge of the bay
And at the harbor's right

One after another in a rolling wave
Into the dark sky goes light so brave
From one to another they connect
A triangle, lines in triplicate

Within, a boat, a rocky island, a flag, and the sea
A universe in micro-cossem, deep and wide
Waves lap along the island's rocky sides
Trapped, air bubbles up from water going to gravity

Pushed by wind water goes to the rocks
Pushed by gravity the water seeps in
Pushed by pressure air bubbles begin
And push their way up the rocks

These bubbles the only sound
Till a flag whips around
Pulled by the wind's words
It pulls against symbolized words

Pulls against glory and freedom
How can it be the symbol of the free
Bound, in Christian martyrdom
Bound, to show the world what it is to be free

All above a black sea, under the sky,
Pale hazed at horizon's bottom
Cut sharply to the black spaceships fly
Pinned with star's lighted kingdom,

Light of wisdom ages past
Shining in the beacon's geometry
Falling on the waves, breaking fast
Passing untouched through the wind, for this does it cry

The boat pulls at it's mooring
Guided by the tide, the revolutionary
Always fighting, always winning,
Changing sides, trustworthy as a fairy

Pushed on by the wind, the agitator
Who can touch nothing and no one
Yet so elegant a howling dictator
Mountains crumble, the words have won

A mountain stood here
Before the wind shattered it's core
Luring one from another, playing on their fear
Till mountain proud, now an island with a rocky shore

Within a beacon of three
Rising, living, dying, like the tide's struggle,
The wind's howls, the tug of the flag of the free,
The boat's resistance, and the mountain of rubble

All living, dying, being born
A universe in a triangle's shores
Light stretching out till morn
Wisdom growing old going to space washed shores.