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By coujeaux Date: 2002 Oct 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.28.00.08.21404]] |
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But a guest in the skies, I gazed out the window of a silver carrier at the far and wide, Admiring the spectral splatter of dusk on a long horizon and at the sky's great divide. Wispy tendrils of a cumulus barrier stood guard aloft among fading backdrop of blue, In the distant reaches of my recollection, I sensed this was sanctuary I'd once knew. Before my first breath and whims of gravity, I drifted within this forever not long past, From within the womb of this winged transport perhaps we could be reunited at last. Down upon the shores and flatlands below, masses forge their path to ends of days, Some convinced it is all for naught; the rest dedicated to reunion by constant praise. Between clay and clouds, the high mountains of the heavens, I realized I'm halfway, For no matter where I was, my heart wished to be with yours, mind counseling stay. After this, I set my sights on plunge of the sun and watched the moon upon awaken, And felt all the closer to eternity, for their twain mirrored my own, divide unmistaken. Closer to my destination, my thoughts turned to the rescue my conscience declared, Past responsibility and regrets, it would become the most difficult thing I ever dared. Though subtropical climes beckoned, hand was required to dig through deep snow, Searching for the identity of the doppelganger replacing this woman I used to know. Soon I shall be reunited with the earth and with you, but there's work yet to be done, I go there to ensure you stay here, to reassure once again you deserve another sun. |