Friday, September 3, 2010

S.P.

I.

A boy alone on an island of stone
Jagged black rocks bare as bone
A boy on an island of stone, alone
Many a raging sea's discordant tone

Swirling tempests heave and howl
The singing wind is fell and foul
Waves break with muffled growls
Ghost shrieks duet with dying yowls

A dark day with storm-clouds gray
Tireless rain curtain down in great array
They kiss the sea and its salty spray
All is dark;all are the Lord Storm's prey

II.

A boy alone on an island of stone
A somber prince upon a black throne
A boy on an island of stone, alone
Lord of a kingdom-not bare as bone

A ghost-smile upon the prince's face
The storm stills and peace fills space
As time welcomes serenity's embrace
Clouds disperse in many a wispy lace

Out of shadow and past gray twilight
Past star and moon, and before sunlight
The breezes blow with quiet delight
And the world brims with sincere contrite

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