Perseus and Lampedusa There’s a fire alight on the headland and it’s burning bright, a beacon of light. There’s a sound, a chorus of voices singing “Do not sail in, into this harbour. Sail away, sail away, to a place far away, to a place far away from this light”. For many ships have been dashed on these rocks. The churchyard is full with anchors and rope. And tributes are spoken over rum from Havana of great men who sailed into this harbour. “Sail away, sail away, to a place far away, to a place far away from this light”. Summer is coming, the tide is spring, pulling me into the light of the fire. The echoing voices that call me within say throw yourself into the light, say throw yourself into the light, say throw yourself into the light. “Sail away, sail away, to a place far away, to a place far away from this light”.