The Shores
Memories
Twilight and soon,
a sliver of silver,
gliding, glistening,
will contrast the cimmerian.
I kneel, prayers said,
tears shed.
I hear a voice?
Distant…
Is it yours?
No… Just echoes.
Oh! Great Thespian shores!
Mute and mime.
Merged are you with antiquity.
Wave upon wave,
Prompting,
Suggesting,
Rendering the former to the past!
I shall join thy waters
Misty blue,
With tears of tempest
Stormy hue,
And chance again
Another day…
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