As the wind swept clouds across a thoughtless mind and as wave after wave crashed upon feelings... the lighthouse stood watch a beacon for those lost at sea. And when the eyes cleared to reveal a starlit night for guidance to navigate around an impending mood... the lighthouse still stands watch a beacon for ships lost in me.
The lighthouse has been looked upon as a symbol of Hope, and your poem expresses this superbly, Robert. An emotional lighthouse is something we all need from time to time, to illuminate the thick darkness of our hearts and guide us to shore. "...ships lost in me."...lovely language, Robert.