Lighthouse

From the force beyond continuum it lights up the sky The birds representing type of angels towards it will fly Ships of under fabric from abyss it will pass by On the lone island of thought it will lie The lighthouse is the beacon of hope And every soul is in its scope It is from its seed that the very expanse will elope To form perfect form whose vision is anything but myope The spirit has no reference point to anything at all And it is that very nature that will bring majesty of expanse to glory of the soul That is something to cherish and to extol Like a lighthouse in the center of oceanic abyss around which cascading waves will roll