Here at the quiet edge of the earth, the world

weeps its burdens into the darkness,

The green-gold dreams of summer,

fading into the silence.

Slipping into the surge

without a sound.

The sea fringes the boundary

of my known universe

here at the edge of silence.

I spy footprints on the strand,

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Who has gone before me, wandering down

the pure white sand?

All around me, I feel the lacing

of the silken winds,

and a hand slips in mine:

A phantom of another world

gently touches my lips,

and vanishes into a dream.

I hear a voice echoing across

the waves,

across eternity:

"One day

I will return

to your side."