Beyond the Sun

Sun of many, light on us,
Bringer of the day we trust.
Progeny of nebulae,
Father of the human race.

Brothers yonder, calling sight,
Hope for us and morrows life.
Bring us soon to feel your rays,
See us to the ending days.

Cluster foreign, ring divine,
Arms of sand and eternal sign.
To venture forth and settle, may
Our children be the way.

Spanning force, web entire,
Compendium and sovereign tier.
Link us, all, those yet to find
And the knowledge mercantile.

A requiem, rufescent gold,
Patriarch, fire soul,
Your children of the dust live free,
On wings, the gift of thee.

To Stop a Music Box

I am riding now to the last post.

In a day, or perhaps two,

I will lay down this banner

And the war will be not lost.

For the capricious nature assumed

Is not all it seems to be,

It is in fact a still surprise

Of calm that is brief but cool.

It is red, that lain before,

It is meek and silent long

Cowering the war horse hoof

I ride, soon be no more.

Yet the destrier be relieved

And my memories will recede

When all is done and left

The future shall be seen.