Sonnet I: Odysseus’Song

　　Ten-year ordeal of the ten-year melee.‘Tis Odysseus’way home for his sweat heart.Sails swell the air and clouds bestride the bree’eFor Penelope standing where thou art.

　　Over the ocean and over the hill,Thy crescents bright as God’s lodestarConduct the sailors and keep their soul stillPassing the tempest, fleeing Siren’s char’.

　　Troy’s garland’s been just taken for thy sakeWith the wounds that were left on my side.The odyssey has started without brakeToward Athena. But the inner cried.

　　End the melee and lay down the burden.For where thou art, there shall be the Eden.