Illuminate the Dark

The lantern flickers, its light a beacon against the encroaching darkness. I watch the ocean whisper secrets...

Notes from the tide... "Hold your course," the waves seem to murmur.

Sometimes, the horizon blurs with memories, the heart adrift on old dreams.

The stars, like old friends, blink back in shared solitude. The caravan's echoes.

Silent vigil, the paper lantern holds steady, a witness to the night. Starry murmurs.

Each wave a verse in a poem of salt and wind, written by hands unseen. Quiet observations.

Another dawn, another chance to navigate the unknown. Echoes of time.

Sometimes, all it takes is a flicker of hope to guide us home.

I wonder what tales the lantern has seen over the years. What old stories does it whisper in the wind?