A Lament (standard:poetry, 122 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: Sep 20 2008	Views/Reads: 2555/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Loss.

Soft the music of the lute played by a tongue less wonder. 

A lament heard from afar strummed on spider webs for our 

brief descent. The ageless trees seem posed to catch the 

returning footfalls of some vanished love. Yet, like 

fleeting melodies that drift upon the wind, that which once 

is gone never comes again. Janus like, you strive in vain 

to hold the reigns of time. Plaything of the gods. Poor 

puppet, puppet. You clench your fist around the wind, but 

the wind moves on. Stare into some ancient mirror. How 

many have? How many gone? Once, full breathing life, they 

cast their shadows on the ground, laughing with their 

friends as this wheel turned round. Where are they now? 


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