The Lighthouse

The sail caught the wind; as did the hull catch the tide,

Piercing the darkness, shimmered the feeble light,

A constant companion in the dark…

Wooing ships and sailors alike,

The lighthouse, keeping its forlorn promise;

Providing a sweet haven of hope, in the entrails of the devastating abyss…

Closer to the shore, the hope gets stronger,

Irrefutable to die, the sailor thinks, “A little longer…”

The scales of the dead fish brought to immediate life,

Their shining eyes reminiscing the long-lost strife…

The lighthouse, keeping its forlorn promise;

Providing a sweet haven of hope, in the entrails of the devastating abyss…