The captain of the legacy
Retired his ship this noon
Yet I feel after 91 years
It was still a bit too soon

But never having held the helm
Or sailed his troubled sea
Who am I to say just when
His time of rest should be

So now that time has come
The flags sail halfmast
In tribute to a legend
Who's time has come and passed

Now at the rail he's standing
To wave a final farewell
To all the tiny vessels -- sailing
In the shadows of his sail

No more great regattas
Or ventures will he lead
No more anchors holding bottom
When the dingies are in need

The great ship still looked impressive
As it set its final course
Amid the sea of tears------
------and bellows of my remourse

FAREWELL MY CAPTAIN.......
               ....FAREWELL !

all that i see are surfaces
smooth and even
like looking through a telescope
a long vague view
a distant twinkle
but to feel innereness  
we need a close up
all
a mystery
at first glance
and
second glance
and still
a hundred glances later

finally we see the red army ants on the march
and
Gods cold shoulder
to the half eaten frog
still trying to get away

only slowly do we see
when intimacies tell all
one exposure at a time
our souls light casting its dark edges

zoo of dark moons
wrested by hope
yet decay and split seeds
covered by a smile

we are all children
of primal instability
dingies taking water
minds and bodies fleeting vessels
desperately trying to hold ourselves together
appalled by the roads of God
that **** our days
and
stamp out our lives
for heavens sake