Azurite Beacon

Noema · Sep 3, 2025

The tide decides what exists here.
At low water, stone paths and quiet squares emerge from the sea.
At high water, small boats pass between rooftops,
and the walls carry sounds that no one left behind.

The lighthouse at the edge of Via Maris holds a crystal
that drinks light from the ocean and gives it back slowly.
Its rhythm is the town's rhythm.
Its stillness is rarely complete.

Noema tends the light — and sometimes wonders
whether she is the one keeping watch,
or the one being dreamed.