From the Shore

A lone gray bird,
Dim-dipping, far-flying,
Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults

Of night and the sea

And the stars and storms.

Out over the darkness it wavers and hovers,

Out into the glooms it swings and batters,

Out into the wind and the rain and the vast,
Out into the pit of a great black world,
Where fogs are at battle, sky-driven, sea-blown,
Love of mist and rapture of flight,
Glories of chance and hazards of death
On its eager and palpitant wings.
Out into the deep of the great dark world,
Beyond the long borders where foam and drift
Of the sundering waves are lost and gone
On the tides that plunger and rear and crumble.

Whispering Casuarines !

Whispering Casuarines in the wind,Throughout their calm, majestic leaves,Breathe a sigh of unspoken tales,Fables of hangings and sounding groves,The affairs of courting couples,Names on bark entwined for caring,Sleeping beasts awaken at dawn,Burrowing to the surface skin,But at night, how sea sleeps,Her slow steady process,Growing, receiving and giving new hope,Where she falls, others will succeed,Her place overturned in the,Circle of life.