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,


    If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.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."