Light and Longing

Orange light funneling out on the water
A yellow beam greets it, missing synchronicity
Two fellows of solitude; signalling sanctuary
But their gaze never meets
As their selfless beacons dance upon the sea

How doomed are the rays
that never cross paths,
How romantic the intentions
that fall short of the mark?
Isnt the anticipation part of the thrill...
Do not the waves disturb the ocean still?

Perhaps lightkeepers are happy with their lot
To pour hours into good company,
the point is not
Then how sad for me to witness it go
Whether friends, aquaintances or lovers;
Nobody will ever know.