In a realm where the wild waves dance and sway,
Stands a sentinel bold at the break of the day.
A lighthouse, its tower reaching for the sky,
With a heart of pure light that never says die.
Its paint is a story, chipped, but it gleams,
Whispers of mariners, hopes, and of dreams.
With a lantern that swings, casting beams o’er the tides,
Guiding lost souls where the tempest resides.
The sea it embraces, both fierce and serene,
Kissing the sand where the gulls weave and preen.
The lighthouse stands watch through the day’s gentle glow,
And the wild, howling winds when the dark waters flow.
At dawn, hues of amber paint the horizon wide,
Reflecting the courage of the keeper inside.
He stands by the window, with salt on his skin,
Listening closely to the whispers within.
Each flash is a promise, each shadow a tale,
Of the ships that have battled the storm and the gale.
A refuge for wanderers, a home for the brave,
In the arms of the lighthouse, they find what they crave.
When evening descends, and stars start to peek,
The lighthouse keeps watch as the world grows weak.
Its light sweeps the ocean, a guardian’s embrace,
Hold fast, sailor’s heart, in this luminous grace.
So here’s to the beacon, steadfast and true,
A symbol of hope, where the skies turn to blue.
In storms and in calm, it will always be near,
A lighthouse by the sea, where dreams disappear.
What do you see # 256- September 30, 2024. – Keep it alive (lifeafter50forwomen.com)
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