The Light Tower The black of night cloaks me taking my pain in the evening. The stars twinkle just a little and the light that sheds from my boat ends when the darkness begins. Burning through the darkness, no wind. No wave, I can see a speck from the shore line. The speck grows as I move towards it. Closer and closer the light becomes bigger. I can see it circling from the top of the light tower, brilliantly moving with an unbreakable rhythm. The Beat of the circadian life that never sleeps, sparks my life force as I hurry to its light , leaving an Invisible trail behind me, of black.