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Elegy
riverflow
Veteran
More relevant now than when I first wrote it last year:
ELEGY: GODLEY HEAD, 2007
For Angie
The weight of water hurls itself against rock,
Retreats, re-gathers its strength, the sun shattered
Into innumerable shards the eye cannot follow.
Stranded on an elusive shore, half-remembered,
I climb with you into sunlight, up a narrow path,
Overlooking the ocean on a late summer day.
Between us, the intimate silence we shared,
The purest blue of sea and sky: every step
In the course of time’s unfolding has led to this.
But as two lines fuse together in Euclidean space,
So they also pass and continue, the infinite point
Disappearing into the ever-receding distance.
Our ghosts are evoked more imperfectly with each
Strain of music, straining for what cannot return.
Was it even a memory we once shared?
You, whom I have lost, have not escaped my hand
To another place, but to another time dissolved
By time, slipping away between numbered
Heartbeats, submerged in a ceaseless roar.
You and I are but a blur in this landscape, our shadows
Stranded on a elusive shore, beyond salvage,
Where the ocean’s perpetuum mobile drowns
A late summer day in a lullaby of forgetting, forgotten.
~ Joshua Sellers
ELEGY: GODLEY HEAD, 2007
For Angie
The weight of water hurls itself against rock,
Retreats, re-gathers its strength, the sun shattered
Into innumerable shards the eye cannot follow.
Stranded on an elusive shore, half-remembered,
I climb with you into sunlight, up a narrow path,
Overlooking the ocean on a late summer day.
Between us, the intimate silence we shared,
The purest blue of sea and sky: every step
In the course of time’s unfolding has led to this.
But as two lines fuse together in Euclidean space,
So they also pass and continue, the infinite point
Disappearing into the ever-receding distance.
Our ghosts are evoked more imperfectly with each
Strain of music, straining for what cannot return.
Was it even a memory we once shared?
You, whom I have lost, have not escaped my hand
To another place, but to another time dissolved
By time, slipping away between numbered
Heartbeats, submerged in a ceaseless roar.
You and I are but a blur in this landscape, our shadows
Stranded on a elusive shore, beyond salvage,
Where the ocean’s perpetuum mobile drowns
A late summer day in a lullaby of forgetting, forgotten.
~ Joshua Sellers
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