As I sit here by the window's light,
With pen in hand and thoughts taking flight,
I'm compelled to share a tale, you see,
Of a lighthouse flickering by the sea.
Its flickering light, a message profound,
In its humble glow, a truth is found,
In the darkest hour, it shall always be,
A symbol of hope by the boundless sea.
Yet, like life, it too has its strife,
Storms may rage, testing its resilience.
As waves crash down, I wonder
If she calls my name out from the edge of the sea.