Copyright © 1999, 2000 Benjamin A. Shelton
This poem is part of a collection of very old poems I wrote when I was fairly young. As a result, the vocabulary and general tone of the poem may not be up to par with many of my newer works.

The world abounds with mystery,
All so great, the Fire Sea.
Winds of time and scorching air,
Takes away the Great Despair.

I come at last to fiery shores,
And seek the cleansing of my pores.
The world abounds with mystery,
All so great, the Fire Sea.

The Sea is vast and glowing red,
Pouring forth from the earth that bled.
Knowledge came to the minds of Man,
To do what we must and do what we can!

What it is, as means to me,
A Challenge Great, Conspiracy.
The Fire Sea shall never die,
Not so long as Man might try.
So long as time may help us learn,
And the torch of knowledge keeps its burn!

Through the Age and books of time,
The flats of salt and stones of lime.
We walk across the thought of life,
Through the end and death of strife.

No matter where our path may end,
We always shall have thoughts to tend.
To plant the seeds of Knowing All,
And water great the writers tall.

Something bright had caught my eye,
And now I knew what I must try.
To change the world and ways of Man,
To do what I must and do what I can!

No matter where my path might go,
I always knew; I always know:
The world abounds with mystery,
All so great, the Fire Sea.