Authored: May 30, 2018

I have suffered many storms
I have stayed resolute in the deepest of nights
Shone my light into thine darkness
But I have not come across another lighthouse
Do they still make my kind?

I brave the depths and look into the shallows
I have been home to migratory birds for a spell
I have enjoyed those days of warm sun
Finding a reason for existence
I held my light firmly into the distance.

But I wonder, am I alone?
Will my light shine brightly alone?
Then fade as I power down and try to find a reason
For this existence
Am I the last one?

I have been tested
My heartbeat is my light
It shines forth....through the storms
Do they still make lighthouses?
Am I the last one?
Questions pondered in silence
And shine my light into thine darkness.