The Lighthouse

She sits by the sea, the cold black sea,
Under the clear night sky
And gazing to sea, she sees what might be
A sailboat passing by

A flicker of light catches her sight
As it shimmers on the water still
Coming not from the boat on the water afloat
But a lighthouse on a hill

She now shifts her sight to the source of the light
And curious, gets to her feet
She follows the gleam of the powerful beam
Right up to the hilltop retreat

Looking for more she opens the door
And quietly creeps up the stairs
Once at the top she comes to a stop
As a whisper, she suddenly hears

Bowing her head to hear what is said
She is told that it was meant to be
That she was sitting this night and drawn to the light
That was meant for her only to see

The sailboat she saw was neither out there no more
Nor a trace of where it had been
Just the sea lit up far from the billions of stars
Had its presence simply been a dream?

She sits by the sea, the cold black sea
Having returned from the previous night
And gazing to sea what does she see
But the same boat being tracked by the light

She watches it sail until her eyes fail
And camouflaged in darkness it seems
And to this very day she still cannot say
If it was real or all was a dream