The Lighthouse
It stands erect over the sea and land
abounding in rocks and stones, protruding
from an ocean full of water and sand
guiding its voyageurs with its lighting
The lighthouse is a symbol for those who
have lost their way and are longing for home
a sentinel at watch, never changing hue
it is a steady light for those in roam
While she lights the candle for the sailors
this monumental grace house beams its light
as the moon turns a different shade of pale
this knight in shining armor shines out bright
Erected and assembled made of brick and stone
a masonry of strength, it always stands alone.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023
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