The Woods in the Sea

Dennis L. Siluk

Upon the throne, of the moon—
Across the land, into the sea,
       He treads: walks endlessly along
       For the entire world to see.

The wind is from the north
The bright stars rest in the west,
       The gift of second-sight
       Resides upon his chest.

He knows that he cannot rest—
For unseen shores are yet to come,
       From lands of dim and gray
To lands of new outcomes.

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