Alas, there he stands
Far above ocean sands,
The eyes close and ears have opened
To the world of sound around him.
Far could the eye strech out
Across the ocean in the sun's route,
No land can be found upon the horizon
Except the rock below his bare feet.
Each and every cresant wave,
Break above what he sets to brave
And covers its depths in uncertainty
To force the truth to be unknown.
And high above these waves below
Off an end of the ocean plateau
He leans and lisens with eyes closed
To the crashing of the waves underneath.
The birds echo through the sky
And do echo the waves' war cry
For he stands unclothed and silent
Preparing for a dive of faith.
The springs of his ankles unload,
And in hair and ears the winds blowed
His linked hands and fingers led the way,
And his closed eyes trusted the future.
Faster, more does his speed quicken
The mist of the waves does thicken
And louder the wind whistles, the waves crash
Although no drops of fear pour from his soul.
Plumitting to the depths at last,
Into the waves comes a decisive crash,
And now the test has arrived at his hands,
To dive deep for devils and their secrets.
Written: July 3, 2006 @ 11:35 PM CDT
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 5:18 PM UTC
Alas, there he stands
Far above ocean sands,
The eyes close and ears have opened
To the world of sound around him.
Far could the eye strech out
Across the ocean in the sun's route,
No land can be found upon the horizon
Except the rock below his bare feet.
Each and every cresant wave,
Break above what he sets to brave
And covers its depths in uncertainty
To force the truth to be unknown.
And high above these waves below
Off an end of the ocean plateau
He leans and lisens with eyes closed
To the crashing of the waves underneath.
The birds echo through the sky
And do echo the waves' war cry
For he stands unclothed and silent
Preparing for a dive of faith.
The springs of his ankles unload,
And in hair and ears the winds blowed
His linked hands and fingers led the way,
And his closed eyes trusted the future.
Faster, more does his speed quicken
The mist of the waves does thicken
And louder the wind whistles, the waves crash
Although no drops of fear pour from his soul.
Plumitting to the depths at last,
Into the waves comes a decisive crash,
And now the test has arrived at his hands,
To dive deep for devils and their secrets.
Written: July 3, 2006 @ 11:35 PM CDT
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