What Is a Light House

The lighthouse glows like an angel’s halo, With gloomy mist accenting its wings, From its dark fortress an image springs A distant ocean audible yet delicate For breezy comforts minerals contain Its stately stones now chiseling the sea Rebellious waves on calcite breaking free To them there’s no hindrance or strain The parent Stones chip from Demanding Care And Piece by piece the Fractured calcite falls For savage, callous rebellion took its toll Lighthouse close to Unsafe edge breaks As light house falls,the former values fail Or rather fresh values dominate and stand Its own ideals from its own command Like Voyagers on Rough and hidden trails