The pen’s more mighty than the sword, they say
More mighty still is that which captures light
The lens records the luminence of day
Like dreams reveal the luminence of night
As Helios illuminates our shore
Oceanids reflect the tales he tells
Of beaches and the treasures which they wore
Brought in by tides of light and ocean swells
The burning, golden blade on waves we see
Is captured in our stories and retold
Our truth may some day be mythology
As stories seen and heard in times of old
We capture light like notes of little songs
And search to find where every word belongs.
(Picture by Wendy Ennis.)