The long and winding stairs, end their climb in front of stars,
far beyond the pulse of life, a shelter from man's scars.
Drag my body upwards, round and round the cobbled flight,
looming at the peak there waits a massive, mirrored light.
It crowns the concrete tower, metal jewel gleaming through dark,
beckons tired and weary souls towards its distant spark.
There's light left so I wait, let the calm wash over me,
quiet save for chirping bugs and endless, shifting sea.
Eyes follow the coastline, tracing rocks along the shore,
water churns and rages, droning builds into a roar.
Something in the silence renders time into a blur,
thoughts drift to my past, then on occasion, drift to her.
Night begins to spread and now its shadow touches land,
darkness slowly sets with every movement of the hand.
Summon light from sleep, its metal eye opens to black,
beams across the sky, while I await a signal back.
Minutes add like notches, on the wall of someone's cell,
my ears strain for the distant sound of ship's arriving bell.
This night is like the rest, so the call returns unmet,
void remains the void, a sense of emptiness besets.
Every night I burn the light, and solitude is stark.
Sit in silence at my post and signal in the dark.