Waves

Story by Patcher on SoFurry

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#2 of Poetry

In a decade, so much has changed.


Up

Up

The cliffside I ran, until I was out of breath

That summer when the world was but a little town -

And you, a giant

  • Waiting for me by the waves

I could never reach the mountain's peak -

I was never strong,

Though my legs could walk for aeons,

No wind would join to help with the heavy lifting

  • Yet I climbed quite far

And almost touched the sky

Almost

Up

Up

Yet down below,

I could hear the waves as they ground the world to glass and stardust

And I could see

You

As you towered over the ocean -

Not a prince, like the charmed ones from the childhood tales,

But more

  • A king, who by

Royal decree

Had commanded the heavens to part

Up

Up

The clouds went ever onwards

And though I ran alone

You watched

Waited -

Withered

  • For me to touch -

The stars I could not ever reach,

  • The skies, though you gave them to me

I could not see for the sun that blinded

And burnt my aeons to ash

Up

Up

I fell until the waves came rolling with me

In pieces

I never knew them to be so cool

Yet even now -

A decade past

  • I see the sky

Down here where the dawn could never reach me

You're gone

Though your shadow still towers

And on your fingertips

I sometimes sleep

Here

Amongst the denizens of the deep

Downtrodden -

Drowned

  • In these hallowed ruins of a cliffside

Now dust amongst the stars

Glass

While a hundred voices called out To tell me what I was - And I wanted to listen - All it took was for a rat To hold the mirror And in the rat's eyes I saw No creature, but a coward - Who dared not join the sun In rising beyond the thousands...

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