The Lighthouse at Portrieux (Final)

The water sparkles with spots of light.
Flickering dots of glowing yellows and gentle blues,
Shimmering blots of soft greens and pale whites.
Ships bob, bare and free
Of sail
Waiting to fly across the water
On the billowing wings of the wind.
Masts rise above
Everything around
A line from the sea to the sky.

A tan beach, speckled with brown
Paves a road
Into the distance
Where a lighthouse perches
Alert and watchful
Shining bright even in daylight
An enormous candle
Illuminating the surrounding world.

A tumble of rock
Is an island, wide and strong
Reaching a hand
Like a small moth at dusk
Toward the light.
The rock is of all sorts
Made up of various colors
From shining yellow,
To plush purple and bubbling blue and regal red,
Surrounded by
Soft, tan grains identical
To those at the lighthouse’s feet
On the opposite shore.