In the quiet dance of twilight’s glow,
Lighthouses stand, their stories untold,
Guardians of the silent shores below,
In whispered winds, their tales unfold.

Their lights pierce through the foggy night,
Guiding lost souls to safety’s embrace,
In the vastness, where shadows take flight,
They hold the stars in their gentle grace.

Beacons of hope against stormy gales,
Their presence a comfort to weary eyes,
Echoing through the night with tales,
Of journeys beneath the endless skies.

Sentinels of the endless waves,
Watching o’er the restless sea,
In their light, the heart is brave,
Finding peace where dreams run free.