— Inspired by "Four Quartets" by T.S. Eliot
Harbingers shall not cause my gentle throes to quiet,
nor still my swirled waters as they reach for land's edge;
my slow velvet voice will stretch beyond any graven plot
to silence my unwritten words.
An eccentric wind will carry me many leagues,
bear my essence these unmeasured distances,
tucked inside your unbidden embrace as you stride
toward those unmarked borders of your once-imagined oblivion;
it is there I shall wait to welcome you ashore,
an untrodden wildflower still rising into light,
offering tender fragrances you've not yet known.
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