A picture is worth a thousand words.
Well hello this is my first ever entry here so thank you. My entry will have two versions one sad because that's how l feel and the other positive for those in a better mind.
What l see: (sad version)
The sunset, though beautiful, feels like a final farewell, casting the world in fading light. The ocean is calm, but there’s a deep sense of stillness, almost as if it’s holding its breath. The lighthouse stands alone on the cliff, its light flickering in the growing darkness, as if struggling to hold on. The distant ship moves slowly, but it no longer feels like it’s chasing dreams; it feels like it’s drifting away, lost in the vastness of the sea. The mountains in the background are shrouded in heavy mist, their secrets hidden forever.
What I Feel (Sad version):
The image evokes a deep sense of loss. The lighthouse, once strong, now feels abandoned, a relic of something forgotten. The ship seems more like a distant memory, fading into the horizon as if it’s leaving forever, carrying with it hopes that were never realized. The sunset, while beautiful, feels like the closing of a chapter that cannot be reopened. There’s a weight in the air—a sadness that speaks of things that could have been, paths not taken, and time that slips away, uncaring.
Fading Light(poem )
The sky weeps with colors that sink into night,
As the sun says goodbye, its warmth lost in flight.
A lighthouse stands, forgotten and cold,
Its once-bright beam now dim and old.
The sea is a graveyard, silent and wide,
Holding the tears of those lost to the tide.
And there, on the horizon, a ship sails away,
Not toward dreams, but the end of the day.
The lighthouse, it flickers, a ghost of its prime,
Watching and waiting, untouched by time.
Once it was a savior, a light in the storm,
But now it just lingers, forgotten, forlorn.
The ship drifts slow, like a dream that has died,
Carrying whispers that the ocean will hide.
No one will see it fade into the gray,
No one will hear the last words it won’t say.
Mountains in the distance, cloaked in regret,
Hold secrets of promises never met.
The mist wraps around them, heavy and thick,
A shroud for the moments that passed too quick.
And as the day dies and the night claims the sea,
The world feels smaller, a fading memory.
For all things must end, all lights must fade,
Leaving behind the darkness we made.
The ship is a ghost, the lighthouse a tear,
And the sea, once so vast, feels empty and near.
No stars will shine to guide it back home,
For it, too, is lost, forever to roam.
In this quiet, this stillness, this long goodbye,
We watch as the moments of life slip by.
A light once bright, a ship once bold—
Now only stories in the darkness, untold.
Positive Version.
What I See:
The image portrays a peaceful sunset where the sky transitions from a warm orange to a deep, dreamy purple. The ocean beneath reflects the hues of the sky, calm and endless. A weathered lighthouse stands proudly on a rocky cliff, its beam of light stretching across the waters, casting a soft glow on the distant ship sailing toward the horizon. The mountains in the background are faintly visible, wrapped in a gentle mist, creating an air of mystery and timelessness.
What I Feel:
There is a sense of quiet solitude, but not loneliness—more of a peaceful isolation. The lighthouse feels like a guardian, standing resilient against the winds and time. The ship moves toward the unknown, evoking feelings of curiosity and adventure. The sunset brings a calming warmth, a reminder that endings can be beautiful, while the distant mountains suggest that there are still mysteries yet to unfold. It feels like a moment of reflection, a gentle pause before continuing the journey ahead.
Whispers of Light
The sea whispers in twilight’s embrace,
As the sun bids farewell to the day’s soft grace.
A lighthouse stands, with memories untold,
Its beacon a guardian, ancient and bold.
Once it watched over sailors, lost in the night,
Guiding them home with its steadfast light.
Now it watches a lone ship sail,
Across the horizon, towards the unknown trail.
The ship sails slow, with dreams in its wake,
Chasing the mysteries that silence makes.
No rush, no fear, just a path uncharted,
By the fading sun, the journey has started.
And as the sky turns to velvet and wine,
The ship fades into the fading line,
Yet the lighthouse remains, a witness to all,
To journeys begun, to the rise and the fall.
Mountains in the distance, cloaked in mist,
Hold secrets of the stars that twilight kissed.
Time passes, but the ocean will keep,
Its eternal vigil over dreams that sleep.
There’s something unspoken, a truth soft and pure,
That in every ending, a beginning is sure.
For as the sun dips and the world grows dim,
The heart of the sea still hums its hymn.
A light in the darkness, a ship in the night,
Both searching for meaning, both chasing the light.
And as I stand here, watching them fade,
I realize their story is one we all have made.
For we are the lighthouse, the ship, and the sea.
Guiding, wandering, longing to be free.