the lighthouse

I am the keeper of this lighthouse and have been for many years. My waters are still, my tower tall, my light always bright. I am the keeper of this lighthouse and have been for many years, and I know nothing more than its scaling walls. It sits with me, and I with it, watching and waiting to guide the ships that roll our way. We sit in silence for our visitors, but they never come near. They will swim to our beacon and watch us back, swaying, but never stay. My waters are so still, my tower so tall, and my light so bright, yet we sit, and watch, and wait. My lighthouse sits with me in silence, but when days go by, and those sails in the distance taunt me forward, its walls will whistle, and its floors will hum. Our waters grow rugged, and the light starts to flicker. Its song will sing until I walk away from its frosted windows, until I light another fire. Until it is once again just me and my lighthouse. 

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