Voiceless Beacon

Lighthouse stands alone,  

Silent keeper of the night,  

In the mist and waves,  

Guiding those who drift afar,  

One pure flame against the dark.

Bound to neither sea nor land,  

Fixed upon the shifting tides.  

Unmoved by the storm,  

Yet in every glimmering blink,  

Points a way to those who roam.

Worn by endless salt and wind,  

Ancient stone, yet holding fast.  

It does not reach out,  

Only lights the path ahead,  

For those who choose to see.

In stillness, it speaks,  

Voiceless beacon, shining clear,  

No demand to come,  

Only presence, nothing more—  

A steady pulse through the haze.

When dawn breaks the sea,  

Its glow fades into the light,  

Purpose served till dusk,  

Faithful through the dark again,  

Steadfast watcher of the shore.