A poem
On the cooling night,
when the world retreats
to shadows and whispers,
I stand sentinel
upon this rocky shore.
Above, the stars weave
their timeless chart,
a map of constellations
that guide lost souls home.
Below, the ocean breathes
its rhythmic sighs,
a song of waves
that echo through the darkness.
I am the keeper of this light,
a solitary guardian
in a sea of endless black,
my beacon piercing
the veil of uncertainty.
I have watched ships
come and go,
their sails billowing
with dreams and desires.
I have seen storms rage,
their fury unleashed
upon unsuspecting shores.
But still, I stand firm,
my resolve unwavering,
my purpose clear.
For in this solitude,
I find my strength,
my connection to something
greater than myself.
And as the night stretches
into infinity,
I am reminded
of the beauty
of this quiet vigil,
of the power
of this guiding light.