The Lighthouse

A lighthouse standing upon a breath. Seems like it's trembling, soaking the darkness around. A corner's simplicity enlightened and pure, As white are the dreams we chase but not touch. A soul standing upon a journey. A procedure unknown and we call it ''the day''. As Sun is risen above our hands Forgiven are not the eyes that don't dare to see. Each virtue and each honor the trophies Of persistence to the ocean's ending Yet the world rests in the infinity. A man is standing upon a dream. Memories and flaws floating on his veins, Bloody condemnations He chose. Whether he walks a dark or bright path Darkness and Light he holds As eternity shows the truth He ignores.