Beacon Through the Blue Mist

In cobalt hush the lighthouse carves the night, A single blade of milk-white, steadfast light. The cliffs hold fast where whispered waters roam, And fog unfolds a curtain without home. No star can pierce the vast, unspoken blue, Yet still that patient beacon guides us through. On distant rocks the sea repeats its psalm, And in the drifting dark, the heart grows calm.