THE QUESTION.
DEAR to the bright cerulean sky
Unstirr'd the silvery cloudlets lie ;
O'er yonder wide, unruffl'd bay
The white-sail'd ships can make no way;
No rustling from the sedges near
Falls on the loitering listener's ear ;
From the old cottage in the croft
Straightly ascends the smoke aloft ;
......
Jack Allen was a serious, shy schoolboy, who worked hard at school lessons;
Like mottled skies working hard each day, to convey many color obsessions.
Jack was a little small for his age, and had begun to feel somewhat bullied;
For ofttimes, he took no part in rough sports. Still, he'd race at great speed!
He loved most the adventure in books, and Sis loved reading, just as much;
And sympathized with Jack's social bind, like rainbows, which keep in touch!
The funtastic friends next door visited, amidst fierce, fatal, fall fruit flavors-
......
In the garden where all was pure
life bloomed in colors,rich and sure
Beneath the trees,in whispers sweet,
innocence danced on tender feet.
Forbidden fruit,a fateful choice,
echoes of laughter, a silenced voice
Lost paradise, yet dreams remain,
a longing for what might be again.
Beneath the waves,a kingdom lost,
atlantis dreams,at a heavy cost
Once a realm of splendor bright,
now whispers in the depths of night.
Legends linger in the tide,
of wisdom,power,where secrets hide
In the ocean's heart,a tale untold,
a haunting echo of the brave and bold.
Some say they bear the weight of the world on their shoulders;
I laugh, for such punishment is mild.
My laugh, a hollow, empty laugh,
Garnished with a bitter smile.
Oh, what I would give; Oh! What precious blood I would shed,
To have born, instead, the world's weight,
To have, instead, a different task,
Than be cursed with love so great.
......
Beneath the waves,a kingdom lost,
atlantis dreams,at a heavy cost
Once a realm of splendor bright,
now whispers in the depths of night.
Legends linger in the tide,
of wisdom,power,where secrets hide
In the ocean's heart,a tale untold,
a haunting echo of the brave and bold.
In the garden where all was pure
life bloomed in colors,rich and sure
Beneath the trees,in whispers sweet,
innocence danced on tender feet.
Forbidden fruit,a fateful choice,
echoes of laughter, a silenced voice
Lost paradise, yet dreams remain,
a longing for what might be again.
Jack Allen was a serious, shy schoolboy, who worked hard at school lessons;
Like mottled skies working hard each day, to convey many color obsessions.
Jack was a little small for his age, and had begun to feel somewhat bullied;
For ofttimes, he took no part in rough sports. Still, he'd race at great speed!
He loved most the adventure in books, and Sis loved reading, just as much;
And sympathized with Jack's social bind, like rainbows, which keep in touch!
The funtastic friends next door visited, amidst fierce, fatal, fall fruit flavors-
......
He walks with worn shroud, perforated shoes,
With tools of craft, awl in hand, taunt on tongue.
Long evicted from the house of Pilate, roaming.
Condemned long before he jeered the son,
Searching for scattered diaspora, condemned,
Not by the pious, or the holy, or Jehovah himself,
But apostates disguised as devout, condemned,
And pursued by the mortal alone,
Egyptian, Spaniard, Roman, Cossack, Nazi
He walks on and walks past, stopping,
......
He was seen in a fog of velvet,
And clothed in mists of satin.
His life the stuff of legends.
A dweller of enchanted waters!
His beginning had not a future,
Yet his past was without end,
Though steeped in the unknown-
Deep in the soul of Loch Ness,
And famed far beyond Scotland!
Witness of the sunrises of old,
......