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'Neath restless wind and wave
In its watery crypt
silent gray hulk
eternally sleeps.
...

From a still sea
the sun rises.
Farmers return
with their harvest.
...

Slipping through the open sash.
Cool wet froshness
draws me from the depth
of my slumber's darkness.
...

4.

I faced my enemy
our eyes locked.
Skies darkened a raven cried.
...

They march not to drummer's beat
neither rise to trumpet's call.
They pass not through ticker tape cloud.
Nor thrill to cheering throng.
...

Equipment experimental
new and untried.
Will successful performance
be user satisfied?
...

In the spring
when the air has warmed.
I
planted a seed
...

Like so many diamonds
sparkling in the night.
A new fallen snow glistens.
In the winter moon's cold light.
...

The cloud of winter
cloaking the sun.
Seems to amplify
an already loud quiet.
...

Poking out through melting snow
from thawing frozen earth.
Timidly a new life peeks
in the newness of spring.
...

Above the voices
of axe and saw.
Echoing loud and clear
through forest and glade.
...

What is to become
of all good and fair men?
Will they be discarded
along the wayside?
...

Looking out across
green valleys kissed.
By the God's
ambrosia mist.
...

When their days at sea are done
they challenge the waves no more.
When the horizon no longer beckons
the deep finally loses its lure.
...

When I was young
the shadow he cast was long.
When I was afraid.
In his shadow I could be brave.
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Within my arena
we face one another.
He but a mere mortal
no match for my might.
...

He said 'Walk with Me.' we walked.
Looking back to where we had been.
Desolation now a garden.
Storm n' tempest calmed.
...

From its station
with great span
of wings outspread.
I watched the eagle.
...

After the searing flames have gone.
When the choking black smoke has blown away.
I walked where green forests once stood.
Only ash and charred ruin remain.
...

When I walk.
Which path do I follow?
Who will tell me?
The high road or low.
...

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Neptune's Tomb

'Neath restless wind and wave
In its watery crypt
silent gray hulk
eternally sleeps.

What tragedy on high sea
doomed this traveler
to rest evermore.
In Neptune's Tomb.

Ceaselessly.
aquatic guardians patrol
in out and around
this muted monument.

What secrets
and stilled testaments
do they protect
do they conceal?

By the subdued light
from the world above
illuminated faintly.
See the shadowy silhouette.

By what grants
give alien seekers privilege
to invade freely
the still sanctity.

Would it not be
if from naught else
but respect and honor
to souls slumbering there.

To only pause and query
what tragic misfortune rendered
such disastrous consequence.
Offer homage and pass on by.

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