In solitude, it stands, a lonely figure against the ocean's roar.
It towers heavenward, sturdy and tall,
A beacon of permanency, amidst the changing tides
On-high illumination shines forth
like a guiding beacon for the wayward and lost,
Ships aided by its unwavering light throughout the night
The reflected lantern casts a warm, bright glow,
A flickering of hope, brushing white across the inky blackness,
whispered promise to troubled seafarers.
Trust me, and let me guide you.
It murmurs tales of sailors and ships' finding haven
Likewise, stories of souls and yachts since lost and floundered
Remembered in etched stone on harbour memorials
Years of sunsets and storms have passed since their demise
As a witness to the vastness of time and space, life and death
It stands before us, a symbol for jack tars and old salts
Belief, in fair winds and a safe return.
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