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Boldly

Onward press, into the night As gleaming stars shine forth their light And beckon bold explorers go, To see what wonders are bestowed, But lie unknown to mortal mind, Except the bravest of mankind. Into the darkness press yet on, Though fly you far from golden sun; But starlight clear shall guide the way Where keenest minds discov’ries make, And worlds appear before the eyes Of those who grand adventures prize. And when, at last, you rest at home, Your grandest voyages then done, Speak oft of lands afar, and deeds That spark the minds of youth so keen, And stir a drowsy heart within To boldly go, where none has been.
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Two Forces

A force arrayed in shadow dim Lays waste to all it sees, and then Sets sights upon the borders green Of fairest lands that eyes have seen. Beneath the reign of darkest lord, This horde desires ever more To turn oasis, fair and lush, To burning ash, and putrid rust. Against this host of terror gleams An army vast, with weapons keen; Sets firm its view upon its end, That darkness shall not rule again. This war shall rage for ages long, Though oft it seems ’tis waged and won; Yet in the end, ‘mid fear and doubt, The light must cast the shadow out.
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The Forge of Trouble

What good are storms, if we should fail To learn how to prepare, To shelter seek, and walls make strong That hold, though rain beat long? And what of pain, and battle wounds, And plague upon the youth; Or weary souls, and troubled minds, Should we to these resign? Nay! from a trial, strengthen so A heart in midst of woe, That after time in furnace blaze Your mettle prove the day.
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A Tired Soul

So weary grows the heart of late, Amid the storms and winds of Fate That batter sore the vessel small, And set up siege ‘gainst spirit’s walls. What succor can a soul then seek, When battle leaves it pale and weak, And yearns it so for water cool, Refreshing, by a peaceful pool? Yet fight it must, against the slings Of Fortune, and whate’er she brings, And press yet on in battle fierce, ’Til Hope the shroud of darkness pierce.
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Questions

Words hang silent in the air, Unspoken by the tongue, but there  Between a thought and sound expressed A question, so uncertain, rests. How many things are felt, not said, And sit in shadows with the dead, Yet live they on, as spectres dumb, Hov’ring where no speech has come?
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Rest

Rest, when weary thoughts abound And fog the mind with clam’rous sound To drown out dreams of peace and calm That bring the soul a healing balm: Rest, when lonely is the heart, And aimless ‘mid displays of arts That catch the eye and whet the tongue, But leave one stranded, far from home: Rest, when body weary grows, And seeks to mend its pains and woes; Such respite is a mighty aid To heal a soul in Light remade.
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The World Has Changed

The world has changed, and those who lived Before, and mem’ry have Of times gone by and lost, now sit With pensive faces clad. The world has changed, and now there walk Young souls, who know not how  The land had wept, and time had stopped, And pain marked every brow. The world has changed; it matters great, For lives it touches still, And if past deeds grow ever faint, Then honor also will. The world has changed, and on it turns, As ages past have done; But let not generations spurn The mem’ries ‘neath the sun.
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