What is it brought you here today?
By accident or intention’s way?
Whither it’s one, or the other;
Welcome Sister, welcome Brother.
Times go by in great jerking slogs.
I am Lighthouse…& sea’s thick fogs.
For, I’m Cassandra…great honor.
Still, sucks to sense who’s a goner.
Pea soup speared by coronal bore.
Bright so, to call you; sea to shore.
Pity the keeper; blind in plight.
He can see far…just not with sight.
He guides travelers; peril to calm.
Though, rarely wanders for his balm.
So, which are you: coming or going?
I’ll be the sea’s current flowing.