ode

[Esmer]

ode

we are the music makers,
and we are the dreamers of dreams
wandering by lone sea-breakers
and sitting by desolate streams;
world losers and world forsakers,
on whom the pale moon gleams:
yet we are the movers and shakers
of the world forever, it seems.

with wonderful deathless ditties
we build up the world's great cities.
and out of a fabulous story
we fashion an empire's glory:
one man with a dream, at pleasure,
shall go forth and conquer a crown;
and three with a new song's measure
can trample an empire down.

we, in the ages lying
in the buried past of the earth,
built nineveh with our sighing,
and babel itself with our mirth;
and o'erthrew them with prophesying
to the old of the new world's worth;
for each age is a dream that is dying,
or one that is coming to birth.

by arthur o'shaughnessy

[Skyweir]

Beautiful

A perfect memorial piece .. one to proudly recount. There is great worth in the soul of a man .. and even greater in the cumulative potential of man.

Of course, I am referring to the proffered word ... man .. in gender neutral terms.

A beautiful ode to share