Creature of the Deep

In the deep I swim
In the depths I dwell
Gray of dorsal
White of belly
Strength is in my bones
Grace in my motion

In the icy cold
In the deep blackness
I wander the expanse
Traveling where no man has been
Forever moving
Forever hunting

My teeth are razor sharp
Pure white and never dull
My sight never fails
My smell never dull
I swim out of sight
Hunting fish, seal, and shark

Humans fear me
Fish flee before me
Seals tremble at my coming
I swim alone
Across the miles
A lonely king beneath the sea

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Pale Moon

The Pale Moon first rose
Long ago when the fields were wild
It’s light shown upon wild things
When the land was feral

Only animals roamed the land
No sound of humans

Then came the natives
Wanders from distant lands
Seeking out a new home

After came the explorers
Seeking the hidden treasures
Seeking the passage west
Seeking the edge of the map

Then time marched passed
Buildings sprung up
And wars were fought
Between men, between nature

The woods gave way to industry
Men slaved away to gain food for family
The land was tamed
And homes were built

The Pale Moon still rises
Over the lands it beheld in its youth
The lands have changed
The people warred and loved

Still the people live and learn
Still the people fight and love
Still the Pale Moon rises
And remembers all that has past

Old Man

Old man, old man
With your bald head
And gray eyes
With bent back and wrinkled hands
What have you seen?
What have you done?

Did your eyes watch as Pearl Harbor burned
Did your ears hear the reports of ships lost?
Did your hands till the earth?
Did your voice call for peace?

Did you grow up during The War to End all Wars?
Did you fight in the Korean war?
Did you protest Vietnam
Did you cheer at the Olympics

Tell me, old man
What have you seen
What have you done
Have you cried at a child’s death
Cheer as they walked down the aisle

Did you marvel at men on the moon
Did you weep at the Fall of the Trade Towers
Did you celebrate the fourth with loved ones
Did you wish your wife love today?

Tell me, old man
What can you share with me
What can you teach me
What can you tell me

Old man, old man
You have lived far longer than I
Can you tell me of your journey
Can you tell me of your life

Little Bird

Little Bird, Little Bird
Sitting on tree branch
Tweeting all the night long
Why do you sing of sorrow?
Why do you sing of sadness?

Little Bird, Little Bird
Hidden in the shrub
Why does your song speak of pain?
Why does your song speak of loneliness?

Little Bird, Little Bird
Way above my head
Why do your songs bring me tears
Why do your songs bring me sorrow?

Little Human, Little Human
Standing all alone
My songs are made for you

Little Human, Little Human
Sitting in the corner
You hear what is in your soul

I sing of the hurt you hold deep within
I sing of the loneliness you will not admit
I sing of the pain of the loss you feel

I sing so that you can hear
What you cannot say
To hear that you are not alone

I sing so that you know
That you can say what is within
That the pain will pass

Little Human, Little Human
Hold a little longer
Stay true a little more

Little Human, Little Human
One day things will change

On that day you will hear me sing
Of the joy you found
Of the peace you hold
Of the friend you make

Little Human, Little Human
You are cared for
You are seen
You are not forgotten

The Paths We Take

A restless heart
A searching soul
The setting sun
The distant mountain
The things we see
The things we wonder
What is just beyond
Hidden by curve of world
Or trees of old
What wonders to be had
What lives could be lived
If only I step
Beyond this worn path

The heart no longer rests
In what was once home
The soul wanders far
Though the body remains at home
The paths I walk
Are far too worn
My heart does yearn
For the unknown
But do I have courage
To take the path
That are strange to me