High towering ire beneath the mountains of tidal waves whirling,
Darkness howling, ascending to light moaning, descending,
Blackest somber fear turning into whitest hot hubris roaring,
The spirit in the fetters bursts upon the furious waters, revolting.

The souls of the dead rising from the abyss and walking,
Midnight, moonlight, and starlight upon the waters shining,
Heaven gaping then cracking, earth laying and embracing,
The spirit with the wings clipped begins to flutter and leap, rejoicing.

New Year’s Resolution for a brave soul

I don’t know when my ship turns landward
I don’t know how long it will take me there
Sailing on wide, wide sea alone, leeward
With Hope as the mainstay of voyage thus far.

I’m not afraid of the storm and stress
I’m not afraid of the wild waves with gushing foams
Making seaway against the vicissitudes of the seas
I’ll go ashore in spirit triumphant and courageous.

Friday, January 1st, 2016