Literature
Calypso
Motionless, silent, was
the heap washed ashore,
held tight by Calypso
now shaking, heart torn.
Bearing him homeward she
blessed him with ways
of groaning; he greets her,
heavens embrace.
Drowning in kindness, he
almost forgot
to mourn; to grieve,
remember the lost.
Stroking his hair, she
witnessed those tears.
She kissed him; she loved him,
this man without fear.
The first time their eyes met,
Man beheld God.
Her gaze everlasting,
shell never grow old.
But roaring his passion,
screaming in grief,
speak clearly of loved ones,
both living, deceased.
Calypso, defeated; she
could not persuade
this human to j