Feb. 12, 2011
I looked upon the vastness of the sea But all my wanderlust had long since fled, The breaking waves brought back to memory The day I cast the ashes of my dead. Across the pale blue waters sailed my dreams Of youth and hope, the possibility Of Light's descent that succours and redeems And the beauty of the coming world to be. Now the hourglass has few grains left And I alone am far from journey's end The cause and not the victim of time's theft, And yet through each defeat I still ascend Communing with the living and the dead To grow, to learn, to know the truth that is me.
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