Her Laughter Was a Lighthouse

By [Hazrat ali]

In nights when silence roared too loud,

And every breath felt lost in cloud,

When shadows clawed the edges deep,

And fear sat watchful, stealing sleep—

She laughed.

Not a whisper or timid breeze,

But bright, like dawn across black seas.

A sound that shattered glassy gloom,

And spun light beams through every room.

Her laughter was a lighthouse glow,

In tides where I forgot to row.

When storms made wreckage of my soul,

It blinked, a fire that made me whole.

I drifted far in grief’s wide sea,

No anchor, map, or clarity.

But then—her joy would cut the mist,

A melody the dark had missed.

Not perfect, no—her world knew pain,

But still she laughed through wind and rain.

Not to deny the storm its name,

But to remind me hope still came.

I learned to steer by every note,

Each chuckle like a lifeboat float.

And when I feared I’d lose my fight,

Her joy would call me back to light.

Now when the sky begins to fall,

And quiet haunts the bedroom wall,

I close my eyes, and there she stays—

Her laughter lighting all my days.