Member Poem

An ode, at least, to tell the tale 
of men whose minds are meek. 
Ones who wade behind the veil, 
from questions they retreat.

Fear not the void, but soldier on 
the night is full of stars,
and though your heart be heavy now 
your soul may heal the scars.

Now what to do and what to say 
are oftentimes at odds
and even when your love may sway 
be calm to face the gods.

The gods of time and all the earth, 
the tides that turn to beach,
the stars that look upon with mirth 
at those who we beseech.

But sleep I will with gentle dream 
of time that we had shared,
then turn to life without a seam
the fate of one who dared.