Poems

Sailor’s Misfortune.

Hail to thee and bow to me,
For I am Calypso, god of sea,
Thou journey was both long and hard,
Is now just some tale, told by a bard,
Seek the waters which none dare cross,
Past the wrecks cloaked in moss,
If ferried by my true desire,
Then fear not my deathly ire,
Hear the halls of ocean winds,
Feel their song inside your minds,
Gaze upon my untold form,
Hear my voice as a storm,
Know that this is not thy ending,
But only true, my heart’s mending,
Sing to me of thy misfortune and thy life,
Tell me tales of your great strife,
I love the feeling of your pleas,
When they’re cried upon your knees,
Do not mistake me for some old crone,
I hold naught but youth in every bone,
Pray to me, o’ farer of my lands and kingdom,
You are now mine, all above and seldom.

Astro dreams

To the stars I reach,
But skies I can’t breach,
Like prison I am held to ground,
And no matter the strength I pound,
All my flights are momentary,
In face of victory I shall not terry,
With hands of flesh I craft steel,
Through steel, fire I shall seal,
No heat will bleed through by my will,
Of fear, my heart will no longer fill,
The sky turns red in its protest,
But I care only for what is lest,
True to courage I can only remain,
And in my bravery shall not refrain,
On broken limbs and cursing words,
None will slow or make me spurred,
To touch the heavens is my goal,
A true wish of an innocent soul,
But what cruel twist of fate,
That of all the days, this is the date,
When a man in black, tool in hand,
Shall guide me there, not as planned.