1. The Lighthouse

In dimming cast by doubt, I sit and stare,
A distant dream, a beacon in my mind,
Yet veiled in mist, the steps in sand unkind,
The lighthouse locked, its foggy shores ensnare.

Comfort, like a well-worn shoe, gives way,
Usual steps, a siren’s sweet refrain,
Yet unknown lies beyond its soft domain,
When courage blooms, moonflowers glow and sway.

I pick one petal out, a key unbinds
The layers of the known, the safe, the tame,
The lighthouse door hums, the petal’s flames
Now unlocking what next my spirit finds.

So let me shed the old, embrace the new,
For there, my soul’s true journey shall ensue.