A Lighthouse in a vase

Like a lighthouse shining in the distance,
bringing radiant reassurance to those who seek its presence...
Sailors and travellers, returning from a perilous journey,
awaiting its proximity to land, to home, to safety...

This, I aim to be.
Do not hide amongst the shadows of ancient monsters of the sea
as turbulent waters tend to rock your vessel to and fro.
A wondrous yearly gift I bestow.

Like a beacon of light, constance its only certainty.
Daily presence far at sea, slight comfort, of that wish you refuse to see...
In moonlit nights, you can see it far beyond the pier...
Yet, it remains there still, in charcoal stormy nights, year after year...

Look out the window... can you see it in the distance?
Mist may cast a misterious dance...
tides may come and go, yet in the wind it will remain standing still.
Flowers of love, flowers of memory, if you will...

An innocent bouquet of roses...
have no fear. ..no promises to keep or threat, it poses.
No expectations, no words left unspoken...
A single symbolic token...

A mere reminder that life is dear
and death and love are quite near...
Like a bridge over troubled waters... let it ease your mind,
like a dolphin traveling right behind.

Like the day follows the night, so the light shines on, as is the case...
And as the flowers wither, a lighthouse vision, will take its place.
Under a rotating shining lantern, red and white stripes rise from the sea!
Though it flickers... it never sinks... you see?

In your veiled unguided distress,
may there never be a moment of total darkness.
And in those white nights and weary hours,
may it guide your ship to safer harbours.