In the hush of night, they stand tall,
Guiding ships through whispers of the waves,
Their light a beacon, a comforting call,
To sailors lost in the ocean’s embrace.

Through tempests fierce and skies so gray,
These towers hold their steadfast glow,
A silent promise at the break of day,
That safe harbors await, just follow.

Their stories etched in weathered stone,
Of battles fought against the sea’s might,
Yet still they stand, never alone,
In solitude, they bring the night to light.

Lighthouses, the keepers of dreams,
In their watchful gaze, hope gleams,
A timeless beacon on the horizon it seems,
Guardians of the sea, in moonlight beams.