Sometimes the distance

Gives only a glimmer

A single light standing

Somewhere in the darkness

Hope is a lonely path

Living isolated

On rocky outcroppings

Saving seafarers from certain death

The pain of that beacon

Is a reckoning

The price for cheating death

From greedy depths

We trade devotion

For a stay of execution

And our lives are spent

Flickering against storms ~ Caroline A. Slee