A Passing, And On...

by Ezra Zimmer
(Toronto, Ontario)


As soft as the flux of these silken waves before me,
You float,
Carried airily upon ethereal wings, fine,
Gently drifting away

All I can do is watch,
Anchored to these ancient, storied shores,
As you ascend into oblivion,
An angel-
Dancing like diamond dust
Before the mystic, morning sun,
And think;

Is this where it all ends?
Before sweeping waves of lucent sea?
Beneath endless miles of silent sky,
As the eye of infinity glares down in witness?
The dreams we had as children
Now just fragments of a shattered past?

Or is this where it all just begins?

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