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."