The lighthouse tosses her silver mane.
She turns her back for a moment
but then returns for one more look
into the dark,
into the distance of yesterdays.
She stares into the vast ocean,
into that faraway place
she cannot see,
that place she can never reach.
With the cruel passing of time,
seasons fade into each other.
Blame and promises wash away.
Her constancy wears away anger
expectations and regrets.