Day 2232, beacon. Day's pictures, Poetry An ancient island forged by rock from the deep black in a sea of light ~ a slow erosion is the only thing that moves ~ at some point a beacon appears longing for solid ground void of distractions ~ the loneliness at last demands a purpose to help others lost in the light the endless sea to find their way from dangerShare this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related