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What became of our shadows?
They once walked this path.
I remember the hands that met;
The lone kiss upon your tears.
An eon it seems has passed
With so little of time’s flow
Since our shades drifted
Lengthened by twilight.
They walked with us a century--
An hour toward the dark
Where the moon paints the snow,
And an age passes with a kiss.
Fragile heart: Dream now.
Withering soul: be well.
Mysteries not yet believed
Have found me by your side.
Arrows pierce the stars,
Calamities outspread
The sky is ruptured
With a septic thunder.
Take the edge of the beams,
Swim the circle of the chaos
At the peak of another age;
Far as our hands can reach.
I shall weep for your beauty
As it dims a realm of suns.
© 2019 Marten Hoyle
They once walked this path.
I remember the hands that met;
The lone kiss upon your tears.
An eon it seems has passed
With so little of time’s flow
Since our shades drifted
Lengthened by twilight.
They walked with us a century--
An hour toward the dark
Where the moon paints the snow,
And an age passes with a kiss.
Fragile heart: Dream now.
Withering soul: be well.
Mysteries not yet believed
Have found me by your side.
Arrows pierce the stars,
Calamities outspread
The sky is ruptured
With a septic thunder.
Take the edge of the beams,
Swim the circle of the chaos
At the peak of another age;
Far as our hands can reach.
I shall weep for your beauty
As it dims a realm of suns.
© 2019 Marten Hoyle
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