In the hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,
Lighthouses stand, silent guardians of the shore,
Their beams cutting through the night’s cold space,
Guiding lost souls to safe harbors once more.

Amidst the storm, when winds fiercely roar,
These sentinels hold steadfast, strong and bright,
Offering hope when the world seems no more,
A beacon of faith in the endless night.

Their stories etched in the salty air,
Whispers of sailors from distant lands,
Each light a tale, each flicker a prayer,
Marking the passage of time’s gentle hands.

So let them shine, these towers of grace,
Through the ages, their light forever cast,
Guiding us onward, a comforting face,
In the heart of the storm, they stand steadfast.