Silence, deep remembrance,
Cloak the shadows of the eve'
And forgotten icy memories,
Stain upon the silver horizon.
A depth without beginning,
Creeps within a frosty breeze,
An emptiness without end,
In an eve gone to sleep.
And lo' the shallow trickle,
Of the constant sparkling waters,
And lo' that shallow lifelessness,
Within your time-torn eyes.
Yet deep within an ember burns,
As a faded tiny star,
Upon this long forgotten eve',
Within a lost forgotten heart.
-Rebecca Suzanne Zimmerman
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