The Lighthouse

Alone on the cliff edge it stays Dominant and silent but also mysterious in many ways. The navigator, emitting light to guide in darkness It's brightness, it's alertness stops this. It's eyes pierce through the nights sky Creating a beautiful horizon A tear to a sailor's eye. For the lighthouse is comfortable alone The reason it's made the cliff it's home. It's stands on the cliff edge Not of torment, wanting to descend But a figure so bright, so immortal That on the cliff edge it will forever ascend.