Gervic's Poetic Explorations

Beyond the Endless Waves

On a crag of stone, where waves like giants brawl,
A lone lighthouse stands, a sentinel so tall.
Its keeper, weathered by the salty spray,
Tends his lamp, a beacon in the day.

His wife, with hair like sun-bleached ocean foam,
Mends nets and whispers tales of distant home.
The mainland, once a dream, now just a blur,
Replaced by endless waves that endlessly occur.

Each night, the keeper climbs the winding stair,
To where the lamp burns, a celestial tear.
He spins the lens, a watchful, guiding eye,
For ships that sail beneath the starlit sky.

His wife sits by the window, lamplight dim,
Counting waves that crash and sing a mournful hymn.
She sees the distant lights, like fireflies,
And wonders if her husband sees their sighs.

Years pass, the wind a constant, mournful song,
The keeper's beard like moss, his voice grown strong.
He tells his wife of storms he's seen unfold,
Of ships he's saved, both young and weathered old.

One day, a boat, a battered, tattered thing,
Coughs smoke and struggles, barely on the wing.
The keeper's heart leaps, fear and hope entwined,
As he cranks the lens, a beacon for the blind.

The boat finds shore, the crew, a weary band,
Fall to their knees, on blessed, solid land.
The keeper's wife, with tears in salty eyes,
Welcomes them in, with warmth that multiplies.

And though the mainland beckons, ever near,
They find a home in this place, held so dear.
For in the keeper's light, and wife's embrace,
They find a solace, in this lonely, windswept space.

So let the waves crash, and the wind sing low,
The lighthouse stands, a love that brightly glows.
For in its heart, a beacon ever burns,
A testament to love, that tide nor time outturns.


Line Count: 36
Prompt:
"What does the Lighthouse Keeper see when he's at the tower?" Write a poem with these words.
Boat, Ocean, Mainland, Lighthouse Keeper, Wife.
Written for: "Spirits at Lighthouses Challenge"