As the sun began to fall
The Great Light said
To the little light
At Amphitrite

Oh, little one
Feel my heat
See my radiance
Do you not wish
To be so grand as I?

Oh, indeed, Great One
The little light replied
Your luminous warmth
Is the envy of all

Words in which the Great One
Took no small pleasure
Preening in preparation
To further explain its greatness

But… were I to be you
Continued the lighthouse
When the night comes
Or the fog grows heavy
Who would guide the sailor’s way?

Startled, chagrined and angered
The Great Light drew a deep breath
Preparing a dismissive retort
Then sank below the horizon

Leaving the little light
At Amphitrite
With its ever present beacon
To shine into the quiet night