The lighthouse stands
Lonely sentinel
The surrounding sands
Vast expanse
Broken by saw grass
Pipers play games
With waves as they pass
Shell seekers stroll
Hoping to spy
With enduring treasure
The glowing sky
Begins to darken
The air starts to cool
The beach now deserted
Trapped in a tidal pool
Silvery fishes
Flash with the light
Of reflected beacon
The gloom of night
Secured by the beam
Of steady guide
In a darkened world
The pain inside
Eased by serenity
And faithful tide