In the solitude of night, the lighthouse weeps,
a mournful glow calling out to the unseen,
its light a seeker of souls
ensnared by currents of destiny.
Your heart, entwined with the salt of mysteries untold,
mirrors the flicker of that guiding beacon.
Each beam of light is a whisper,
curling around the shores of yearning,
embracing the horizon where
your gaze meets the unseen lover's dance.
Assemble their shadowed silhouettes
beneath a tapestry of stars.
Are you the wave, restless, below?
Or perhaps the light, static yet fervent in desire?
In the lighthouse, we are all flickers,
all shadows, in this endless loop
of longing, of pieces missing,
yet whole within the air we breathe.