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’e

　　For Penelope standing where thou art.

　　Over the ocean and over the hill,

　　Thy crescents bright as God’s lodestar

　　Conduct the sailors and keep their soul still

　　Passing the tempest, fleeing Siren’s char’.

　　Sonnet I: Odysseus’Song

　　Troy’s garland’s been just taken for thy sake

　　With the wounds that were left on my side.

　　The odyssey has started without brake

　　Toward Athena. But the inner cried.

　　End the melee and lay down the burden.

　　For where thou art, there shall be the Eden.