Lantern

Day becomes day.
An iridescent crescent of the moon,
Pales into the softening hues of indigo,
Stars into nebulae,
Let sanctity find itself

The waves,
Are sweeping ghosts rushing ashore
Marine elders of darker blue await
far into the horizon

This, is
an expansive empire
Becoming a manifestation of mystery and intrigue
In the eyes of a solitary lighthouse

Its shimmering glass windows and sturdy red porcelain frame
Becomes the pinnacle
of quiet resilience

It is the flame setting the morn alight
amidst the hardened silhouette
of rock and stone.