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Nicholas Gordon
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A mother casts her dreams into the sea;
We, the words sent bobbing towards the sun,
The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy.
Because she must conclude her
melody
And fall back to the sweet dark hush of One,
A mother casts her dreams into the sea,
Hoping to cross that wild
infinity
And on some infant shore again to run,
The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy
Outside the fiery circle of
memory,
The howling surf, the incessant years undone …
A mother casts her dreams into the sea
And then dissolves into a
tapestry,
Her rolling, helpless drift again begun,
The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy
Afloat once more upon eternity,
Once more the alien fury, never done …
Again, again, her dreams into the sea,
The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy! |
