Once from a certain Violet ship in motion,
fell one dim lamp out in the blue ocean.
Yellow on the high tide a glass slightly broken.
it went away and yet nobody noticed or was striken.
It had light enough to last for the night
It had fright enough to last for the life.
Lonesome , dangling it cut through the waters,
Its flame oozing of gentle tears of heavy past.
The smell of old oil and touch of old master.