Lighthouse Poem
The Lighthouse Keeper The lighthouse stands sentinel against churning seas; he watches from within its walls, as pleated waves fold against the rocks below and the wind carries the whistles of a siren's song As he climbs the corkscrew stairs, his joints echo the wood's creak, and then he reaches the beacon - it's glow sweeping across the darkness - illuminating the ships making their way to shore. Although they cannot see him, he imagines he's friends with these sailors Because his light provides them solace through the night.