(2013)
#Inspiration #Lamenting
He stood high upon the white cliff… Looking out to sea, And as he watched its ebb and flow There upon he wished to be; O, he then saw the seabirds soarin…
Here’s to the breadth of beauty, E’er that grace’d a poet’s eye, Thus here’s to our timeless love That surpasses earth and sky! Our love doth shine everlasting,
I deny not my childhood yearnings, As oft they call to me, So thus I cast off my lines and m… And set my course to sea. I love the breaking spray upon the…
Who dares to knock upon my door At this intrusive hour of night? O’ it is the heavy hand of the unk… That stands beyond my sight! Upon the encroachment of the midni…
When the sun descends before thee, Upon the day’s last waning light, There beyond is where I now dwell… Near the edge of night; Thus I linger onward in the twili…
O’ farewell, peaceful dreams, As I repose this night to sleep, For conflict has dimmed another da… Beyond the threshold of my keep! Alas, I am harried by uncertainty…
Through dark seasons past I’ve po… And there I’ve seen tomorrow, For life is a continuous turn of t… Tragedy, and sorrow. O’ the tempest winds of time does…
I have only shallow words to expre… Of my love for you that deeply lie… For never have I found the parall… To the depths of where this love b… Nor have I discovered an earthly…
Weary grey has dimmed the day, Woe as thus to come my way And laden lay upon my mind, Its dark distracting sorrows! Grey this day may thus convey
From ages of circles many question… As yet wisdom asks, “What have we… Have we ebbed the trying tides of… Or merely better wrought an old de… From clubs and spears, rocks and s…
Alas, to rot within a dungeon, Anguish thus to reap, Chained upon a stony wall Beneath a castle’s keep; Abandoned by thy brethren,
To where are you marching, soldier… Is it to some dreadful foreign war… Why must you leave your home again… As you’ve done so many times befor… Where this morn does the turbulenc…
Wicked winds and wandering mists, Moonlit hours and secret trysts, Spells and charms; unhallowed loam… Stealthy do the witches roam. Boiling cauldrons, smoke and fire,
By the wind of a nor’easter gale A ragged ship and crew set sail Upon the everlasting. Each plank be rotted aft to fore, Thus too each soul the pity more
I shan’t e’er embroil my mind with… Or conflict my soul with doubt, When I’ve applied myself whole-he… In result to end in rout; Thus unto my thoughts I dwell dee…