| She had never been able to keep her thoughts from... 343 |
[Feb. 12th, 2010|03:56 am] |
She had never been able to keep her thoughts from going backThere was so much waiting for her in the past and so little here, now, living through the agonizingly slow descent of the yearsSeason after season falling to the earth like shot birds, arrows in their breasts, through this lifetime that was her own, and her only one
A lifetime of remembering, by curlew's cry at dawn or call to prayer, by candlelight at dusk, by sight of chimney smoke rising straight and dark into winter's wan gray light, by the driving sound of rain on roof and window at winter's end, by the creak of her bed at night, by call to prayer again, by drone of priests at prayer, by a star falling west in the summer sky, by the stern cold dark of the Ember Days a memory within each and every motion of the self or of the world, every sound, each share of color, each scent borne by the valley windA remembrance of what had |
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