Starlight on the Western Seas
There's silver starlight on the western
seas
Where hushing whispers rush through lapping waves.
A softly swelling breath of cooling breeze
Will dry the desperate sweat of dire days.
A glowing trail at night will guide egress.
Soft drips of molten starlight may be heard.
They gild the ancient straits of Westernesse
Where lines 'twixt sleep and dying become blurred.
There's silver starlight on the western seas.
There water paths still beckon to be trod
And humbly travelled knelt on life-scarred knees.
To touch the sea is to touch the face of God.
How Is It...?
How is it that the mountains
can magnify the senses?
As upswept earthen shoulders shrug
their way down staggered row,
They moan in solemn hum, more
past than future tenses;
And beckon to the wanderer
to learn what they may know.
How is it that the churning
stream may speak in ecstasy?
It leaps and plashes over
rock green-furred with hoary moss.
In bubbly phrase it sings of now,
cares not for history,
Nor will it pay a drop of heed
to echo tragic loss.
How is it that the forests old
will speak with creak and groan?
While sharing only spaces
that fall between their knees,
They weave their limbs, bring leaves to
touch, pass secrets 'mongst their own.
With rushing voice they whisper
of the rumors of the trees.
Why is it always that the sea
will only call my name?
Where wind-whipped waves pound 'gainst
the rocks, release a fresh salt spray
Her moods run free from terrible
to gentle all the same...
I walk beside this waiting shore
to hear what she may say.
Playing Polo
Lulu from Zulu played polo with Rollo
On horses they named Jack and Jill.
Jack took a stumble, caused Rollo to tumble
Off Jill which gave Lulu a spill.
Lulu stood up; she grabbed a big cup
To get her poor Jack some cold water.
As Rollo placed tack onto Jill's sweaty back
The day just grew hotter and hotter.
His mallet held high, Rollo ran Jill near by
The goal line to try to score first.
But Jack, now refreshed, ran faster, ran best
While Jill was collapsing from thirst.
Going down on her knees, Rollo fell off with ease
Over Jill's stringy mane soaked with sweat.
Astride charging Jack, Lulu took a big whack
And knocked Rollo right into the net.
