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Echoes of Elara

by Richard

0.1242 + 0.8111i

Drawing the boundary…

Joseph Revell

by Edgar Lee Masters

0.1335 + 0.8418i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Echoes of Elara

by Richard

In the shadows of our memories, where the twilight gently falls,
I see your face, a fleeting trace, in the echoes of these halls.
You were my starlight, my guiding flame, in the darkness of my night,
Now I'm left with whispers, shadows and a ghostly, fading light.

Elara, can you hear me calling through the rain?
Elara, can you feel the sorrow and the pain?
In the silence, I remember all we shared,
Elara, in my heart, you're still there.

We danced upon the precipice, where the edge met the abyss,
Every touch, a sweet caress, every word, a tender kiss.
But time, it has no mercy, it steals away the dreams,
Now I'm lost in endless searching, through the fragments of our schemes.

The photographs are fading, the letters turning grey,
But the love we had still lingers, it will never slip away.
Though the seasons keep on changing, and the years may come and go,
Elara, in my soul, you'll forever glow.

In the whispers of the night-time, in the dawn's first tender light,
I hear your voice, a haunting song, calling through the night.
Though the world keeps on turning, and new loves come to play,
In the corners of my heart, you'll always stay.

Elara, my eternal, my sweet serenade,
Though you've gone, the love remains, it will never fade.
Elara, in the echoes of our past,
You'll be my first, my only, my last.

Joseph Revell

by Edgar Lee Masters

Scale after scale of you,
Truth after truth of you peel to the core of truth,
The white, hard center of realest life.
Break the sheath and crack the shell,
Find the kernel that springs to a greener leaf,
A richer flower.
Giving gifts to purchase peace,
For acclaim, for the sake of conscience,
Or to quiet the hour of death: seed leaves,
Tear them off till you reach the core of giving,
Giving to find your soul and perfect your soul.
Love: the frayed and dusted scale of sex;
Love of family: the lioness and her cubs;
Love of your fellows: winning love for yourself—
Tear all away to the monad crystal, yourself...
Love that burns for the truth of love,
Love a star, not a moon!

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