Far away in the future
Far away in the past
Something to come in the silence
Something to come at the last.
In the Regions of Darkness
West of the western moon
To the utter east of the rising sun
Past all earthly doom
Ages away from the farthest star
Behind the galaxies
Over the edge of the Universe
Under the Seventh Sea
Where the Silver River runs
Through years of forgotten Time
Where the sun-ships sail to the Shining Shore
Above the Death Mines
In the darkest depths of the Temple of Ash
Where the fallen suns are kept
Whose walls are washed with the crystal tears
That the Maid of the Star fields wept.
A glimpse of an infinite vision
A glimpse and nothing more
But the passing shadow gives away
What no one ever had before.
Far away in the future
Far away in the past
Something to come in the silence
Something to come at the last.
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Yes, it's been too long since I've been absent, both from my own blog and from everyone else's!
ReplyDeleteI see from your post below that you are just getting adjusting to American culture...lol. Allow me to give you a few tips:
-Throw away your proper grammar.
-Spend more time watching very meaningful and wholesome shows such as Hannah Montana.
-Spend even more time remaining caught up in every smallest detail of the lives of celebrities such as Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, and Jennifer Lopez.
-Make frequent public declarations that President Bush is dumb and that politics have no purpose.
-Indulge in more junk food.
-Spend all of your money on designer clothes.
Just follow these guidelines, and you'll fit right in here in America. ;)
I enjoyed your poem, btw! Is it related to your story somehow?
Best regards,
Sylvia
I had not read your poem.
ReplyDeleteIt is incredibly beautiful. Lovely work, and that doesn't begin to describe it. It made me get cold inside, which isn't the best way to describe it either, probably, but it was awesome.
Thanks for commenting on my post! Infant baptism is definitely controversial. In Reformed churchs (such as I go to :) ) we don't officially join the church until we're older, and we can't take communion until we have joined the church. At that time, the person makes a public profession of faith.
Yes, I hope I can talk to you soon! I got to chat with your sister for quite a while yesterday... it helps not having such a vast time difference!
In Him,
Anya
I like your new blog, exept that its not on HSB anymore. :)
ReplyDeleteSo you don't live in Turkey anymore? Your last entry said something about Texas...
~Striker
You did very well on that poem - the rhythm and rhyme are very good!
ReplyDeleteTo the KING be all the glory!
Rebekah
My mom led me to your blog. She reads your mom's blog. I enjoyed this poem. It reminds of Lord of the Rings. It inspired me to write more about nature. Ya'll be good.
ReplyDeleteSee ya later,
Kelly in Tx
Hi Kelly!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment! I am glad you enjoyed the poetry. Yes, now that I think of it, it does remind one of Lord of the Rings quite a bit. And the Silmarillion. (I adore the Lord of the Rings books and movies, in case you haven't figured that out.)
Anyway, thanks for commenting, and I am glad you like it!
Namarie,
Raora