"The Lighthouse"

A Poem by KyleJCo

Ice crystals collect upon the lighthouse tower,
The ray of spiraling radiation ripping through a curtain of fibrous white.
A stream of silence signals those lost upon the waves,
Bringing them home to a shore of evergreen and fir.

A village stays hidden in the hills between the mountains,
Houses lay sleeping, exhaling twisted smoke.
Snow flakes fall weightless against a world painted in white acrylics,
Pine branches shivering against the gentle crystal kiss.

Rose buds become breathless under a blanket of quiet snow,
The warmth of the fire counteracts a frigid winter night.
The lighthouse whispers gently to those lost among the waves,
"Follow my beam, I'll guide you, safely back to shore."