You stand so proud so tall, a beacon for all to see. You shine your light so brightly, when the sun fails to light the way. You stand guard, upon a craggy cliff top, offer a guiding path to those lost. A helping vantage point to prevent tragic depair. upon stormy seas small boats are tossed and thrown, upon frothy tides far below. Prevent lives being ripped apart, on rocks, the unknown fear by saliors most. You are a beacon but fail to boast. You know nothing else but to guide others. Without ego, repression of self worth, you no not of heartache, but are the heart. You are not lonely, yet you are so alone.
Unselfish yet kept by the lighthouse keeper, maintained by one that knows the importance of your light. A pleasurable sight for many a sailor, when suns set upon distant watery horizons. Offering a nurturing warmth, a glow welcomed across blinding darkness to those that need it close.
You are the lighthouse in the storm, the guiding hope across the sea. You are the one to reunite sailors with family who are loved by most. You are a beacon but fail to boast.