A tower stands alone on a cliff pretending indifference
Light circles the dark like a patient guardian
Every rotation is a vow it never breaks
Every vow hides a longing
The lighthouse dreams of motion it will never taste
Waves roar below unaware of its ache
Wind touches its stone like a lover who cannot stay
Loneliness gathers in the mortar
Ships depend on its unwavering pulse asking nothing else
It complies steady dutiful bright
No journey would exist without its vigilance
Still it remains rooted yearning
Perhaps greatness is this—
To shine for others while carrying private storms
To stand immovable with a heart full of tides
A lighthouse dreaming of the sea