The sky was slate grey, the clouds
The salty air was misty from the o
At the Montauk lighthouse, the la
As night shadows come out at the e
Wave after wave were crashing on t

Four to five generations of Alpha
Have gone through the gates of our
All in search of an education that
Of a cultural awakening; a unique
We came from the far reaches of th

The bookends of life, birth and de
Delineate our existence on planet
We know nothing before our first b
And when we die; dust is all we’re
Between the bookends are the lives

Hot embers on a blust’ry arctic ni
Hardly a flicker, not a star on si
Horned horse in my dream, unicorn
Pow’r and gentleness; signs the fu
Hot beads flow slowly down my furr

My life was simpler before I met
Perhaps I realized not what’s mis
My world was threadbare, a room wi
No sun, no stars; skylarks don’t e
Before you, my world’s monochromat

The little seed’s imbedded in our
When first we hear the divine Wor
Fast, it will grow as soon as sin
And bloom abundantly in fertile so
On dark nights, the Word’s a lamp

He gazes into her eyes and sees hi
To hold her tight, embrace her for
The setting sun peeks behind the c
As they watch on the beach, along
They watch gliders jump off the th

For a life well lived, we mourn no
Though tears we shed to mark the e
And today, all of her loved ones;
To pledge never to let her memory
A virtuous woman, her worth far mo

I see my father
Every morning when I shave
He speaks to me
From beyond the grave…
He looks at me

A summer day; pleasant morning at
The tide was out for miles, the oc
He built what only his imagination
A grandiose castle! But sadly, th
He watched as wave after wave cras

This poem is my own understanding
Long ago Shelley wrote a poem
about Ozymandias, king of kings -
A monument to this once powerful m
was found in the desert

‘Twas early winter night, a pregna
Soon to be full, rose quarter high
And illumined the snowfield and fr
Otherworldly dreamscape, as far as
Vast wonderland gleaming in silv’r