death
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The rain falls and a light shines through the mist. One star burning bright, banishing the shadows. The raindrops tell of better days – different days. Infinite moments, disappearing into the earth. The rain falls and no light shines through the mist. One way revealed into the shadows. The path disappears beneath my feet. And…
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There is a place that I remember well though never have I seen its setting sun, nor have I walked its streets of gold or listened to a bird sing up above. And yet I know its rivers run so clear, I hear its babbling brooks and rustling leaves. I feel its winter snow caress…
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I caught a glimpse of some Eternity as I gazed toward an almost setting sun. And in that moment time stood still, the ache deep in my heart relieved at last as every leaf caught in a gentle breeze stood frozen in a heavenly repose. And as the light turned golden all around a single…
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Last night I dreamed of some far place where time at last stood stood. Before me stood a golden gate atop a grassy hill. And I felt peace within my heart like never once before. I wanted to stay in that place, now and forever more. But then I opened wide my eyes, and, oh!…
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Across an ocean black as pitch, some say, there lies a land that even time forgot, an ancient place where dwell forgotten dreams. And if one finds perchance safe passage there by searching darkest depths of memory, a golden city will at last appear. Though don’t be foold by beauty’s shining light, for ‘neath the…
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Silent, at the river stands a man, watching, eyes cast down to the rushing water. Hours pass, and he waits hands clasped in lonely supplication. As the sun sets he turns his gaze slowly upward and the sky darkens. The breeze settles and the treetops bow almost imperceptibly. One leaf falls as a teardrop in…
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After the rain of evening the oceans cry. Subtly does the water stir the sand, the air fresh, cold, but ripe with the smell of tears. Drowning sailors cannot see beyond the maiden’s eye. When every bluish wave retreats back to its bed, whispers in the deep rise to greet the air. Unseen, unheard, except…
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Time goes this way and that and always with a springy step. Forward is one way now and another the next, thoughts unfurling, turning backward without warning. Waves break and rise and break again until at last all voices are silent in the chilly death of one last winter, the sand washed away to reveal…
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Silent tears rolled down the boy’s face. His father laid one hand on the boy’s shoulder, gentle but firm, the other pointing into the distance. “Where do I go?” the boy asked softly. “Where we all must go. The journey is long and dangerous. But you are ready.” “Why must I go alone?” “We are…