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by Thomas ThurmanSo many years have passed since first you sought
the lands beyond the edges of the sky,
so many moons reflected in your eye,
(familiar newness, fear of leaving port),
since first you sought, and failed, and learned to fall,
(first hope, then cynicism, silent dread,
the countless stars, still counting overhead
the seconds to your final voyage of all...)
and last, in glory gold and red around
your greatest search, your final quest to know!
yet... ashes drift, the embers cease to glow,
and darkened life in frozen death is drowned;
and ashes on the swell are seen no more.
The silence surges. Error 404.
Written for a server's 404 page many years ago.
May 23, 2010
Thomas Thurman (1975 - Present) Born in Hertfordshire, now living in Pennsylvania; formalist; dogged scribbler. Lover of sonnets, triolets, villanelles, and ballades. Many pieces of my work are written for and about ...
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