Finis Coronat Opus

Through a stormy winter’s morn, With rain’s tempestuous torrent poured Upon the gray and chilly ground, A weathered, weary trav’ler’s found. Many weeks ago he went Forth to seek where Fortune bent, O’er hill and dale, ‘neath moon and sun, And followed where the rivers run. He seeks for myst’ries long forgot, Which Time has lost, but Hope has not, And secrets of the shaded past, That ’til the end of earth shall last. Thus, the downpour sways him not As on he presses, on he walks, To vanquish untold, unknown things; Awaits he now his childhood dreams.

Becalmed, adrift in glassy sea, With sails hung limp upon The spires of masts that pierce the gleam Of overbearing sun; Becalmed,   awaiting zephyr’s breeze To bear our ship away, E’en stormy swell would Captain please If it should cool the day. Becalmed, as sun’s hot rays beat down On shipmen bold and brave, Who set out for adventures; now Do contemplate their grave. Becalmed, and yet these doldrums must Before long cease to be, And cool wind in refreshing gust Stir up the stagnant sea .

Memory’s shade, in tranquil hues, Thoughts, ideas, with depth imbue, And sprinkle o’er the simplest things Nostalgia’s air, like springtime brings. An icy puddle one bright morn May hearken back when I was young And watched with wond’ring eye so keen The glittering of the glassy gleam. Or song of bird in foliage green Reminds me of a summer’s eve, When, after thunderstorm had come,  The air with sparrows’ whistles hummed. Countless reminisces fly Within my mind, thus, as I try Recalling days in childhood, Reminding me of all things good.

Stranded in a stormy sea, Fighting gale and tempest, Furling sail and “hard to lee” ‘Ere crashing waves o’ertake us. Not a fortnight since did our Captain lose his senses; Forth into the ocean bore, To risk our lives; so witless. Now we struggle ‘gainst the tide, Losing sail and rigging; Soon we’ll heed, with swiftest strides, Old Davy Jones’ bidding. Fight we on, lest chance may slip To live through such a tempest; Watch we keenly o’er the ship, For sunlight through the sea mist.

Sitting in a coffee shop, Sipping on a steaming brew Watching as the people through Lines and thoroughfares pass too. Sitting in a coffee shop Wonder I what sorts of thoughts Pass through mind of student; mark, How his hand is held, in knots! Sitting in a coffee shop, Look, there sits a friendly girl, In her cashmere sweater curled, Smiling as her matcha swirls. Sitting in a coffee shop, While the hours pass lazily, Spotting personalities Otherwise I’d never see.