Freedom's Walk

How I wish to roam,
Amidst the skeletal ribs of ships,
Past the decimal point,
Along the pebble shore.

Freedom from mundane shackles,
The longed for emancipation of man,
Is elusive as the breeze,
Whilst laying in a deathly still,
Becalmed upon the sea.

Standing on the Shoulders of Giants

"If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of Giants"
- Sir Isaac Newton

Standing on the Shoulders of Giants

You can see the sea from here,
And walk through small fluffy white clouds,
As you go from shoulder to shoulder
Holding your breath above the void below.

You can see the East Coast,
You can see the West Coast,
And beneath your feet, the giant,
Stretching your imagination down to the ground.

Birds circle the giant's head,
Cavorting like maidens round a may pole,
But on his shoulders you stand,
Seeing what your eye can see.

From there you see it all,
Spread out like a tablecloth,
With your eyes you see the truth,
It is an ever changing, beautiful world.

Standing on the shoulders of giants,
We can see so far.