Ever changing

Little is constant
just the lighthouse
the watch house
and the hills

The sun ever moves
or is it just us?
The moon ever changes
through its phases

The sea glistens today
reflecting blue
and a thousand mirrors
under summer skies

The sky smiles
broadly blue
with a few strokes
of distant white

But no two moments
are the same
as the strokes
do move

The mirrors
turn into angry
white riders
galloping on the sea

The moon obscured
by powerful fastnesses
moving across the sky
unleashing their force

The sun oft is hidden
as storms whistle through
under leaden skies
brought in from afar

So you can see
what I can see
ever changing
no two moments the same

Little is constant
just the lighthouse
the watch house
and the hills