At Sea’s Edge – Vigil to the Lighthouse

This is about a lighthouse keeper and his lost love

At Sea’s Edge – Vigil to the Lighthouse
 
At sea's edge, to listen, not to look.
For her whispers, Neptune took.
A memory, a strand of hair;
Just air remains, without her there.

He walks the shore where tide-fall clings,
Salt-wind threading through, and sings.
His steps recall her gliding feet,
That danced where lapping tides dared meet.

This joyous soul
Laughed at signs and mocked the squall.
A storm-born sprite, barefoot and wild.
The sea grew still to hear her call.

Then rose, and swept her breath away.

Now in the tower, night and day,
He tends the flame with certain hands,
A beacon stretched along the sands.

Its beam sweeps wide, but finds no trace.
Nor hair, nor any saving grace.

And yet, when moonlight bends just so,
He swears he sees her down below,
A shimmer, then a sudden hush,
His lover, in her ocean blush.

Kevin Flick 2025,