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Tales from the edge of the morning sky

535 episodes - English - Latest episode: about 1 month ago -

A selection of stories and tales, mainly about the natural world, our place in it, as well as stories about everyday people who change their lives and others by being different or perhaps by being too much the same

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A Flood of Darkness

November 21, 2022 15:00 - 30 seconds - 376 KB

A flood  of darkness,  hidden  between  the earth the paling morning  a mid-November  sky,  the trees  are leafless,  fallen in blinking  puddles,  empty  of stars,  the clouds race  in ships  and sails,  the wind  whispers  across heavens,  in silence  the wings  of day  arising  as the hours hurry by  Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p196...

A Letter from Home

November 20, 2022 14:00 - 1 minute - 1.03 MB

She wrote me a letter today, came in the post, it’s been such along time since she passed through this way, I spent the day wondering if I should open it, just to find out for sure, I was peeling back the envelope when I heard the knock upon the front door, I left the letter on the table, walked down the empty hall, passed by photographs of her face, the memories of loves, lives and other times that  I recall, then I unlatched the moment, heart thumping in my chest, left my darkness and ste...

Quiet

November 19, 2022 16:00 - 48 seconds - 605 KB

Quiet Quiet is  the morning,  the hush  of the fall,  the last  of leaves,  the memories of October  dry and broken roll with the wind  whispering lost  and abandoned  against the  garden wall for above the skies  lie hidden  in blankets,  the fog  of November  hanging  upon the plough of  fields,  the call  of a single blackbird,  across  the emptiness  of days,  as above  the sun in a blush of crimson red rises  reluctant at first  and lifts and carri...

Quiet

November 19, 2022 16:00 - 48 seconds - 605 KB

Quiet Quiet is  the morning,  the hush  of the fall,  the last  of leaves,  the memories of October  dry and broken roll with the wind  whispering lost  and abandoned  against the  garden wall for above the skies  lie hidden  in blankets,  the fog  of November  hanging  upon the plough of  fields,  the call  of a single blackbird,  across  the emptiness  of days,  as above  the sun in a blush of crimson red rises  reluctant at first  and lifts and carri...

The Glove. Chapter 1

November 18, 2022 15:00 - 2 minutes - 1.82 MB

The Glove She left it on the bench. A gift from her mother. It was raining. Tears from a falling November sky. She had left home at six, waited for the tram, as it climbed the curve through the winding crooked inclines of her home town. She could see it’s front light, an eye blinking through the streaming mirrors of darkened shop windows. The others were there. Huddled. Gossiping. Looking at their time pieces under an umbrella sky: their watches and mobile phones brightly glowing. Everythi...

In the Garden

November 17, 2022 16:00 - 1 minute - 802 KB

In the Garden Listening  to the water,  trickle  the passing of life  into time storm and stream,  whilst above  November skies,  sparkle  with high crystal clouds so clear  reminding  of a summer  and morning,  and Spring  as last winter had once  foreseen For, as yesteryear beneath  the apple tree,  the last fluttering  of butterflies  and leaves,  a blackbird  hops between  the shadows, of time, and apples  wrinkled,  autumn red  brown with memories o...

Fire

November 15, 2022 15:00 - 41 seconds - 518 KB

Fire There’s a fire  in the darkness,  the sky lit  from the edge  of the world,  neither light  nor darkness,  the roaring  of flames  a blind giant  burning the earth  in hands  of metal  and steel,  humanity,  hope  and love  withheld,  he stumbles  and falls,  pulling down  the stars  from the sky,  crushing the earth  with his fingers,  stamping life  from the burning  of cities,  no answers  no questions,  no reasons  in the artillery  and weapons  jus...

The Flight

November 14, 2022 16:00 - 41 seconds - 528 KB

The Flight I was awakened  this morning,  the first day  of November,  under grey  and light,  the dawn  of North  and Western skies,  I pushed back  the curtains,  opened the window,  and above me,  a hundred geese  maybe more  were leaving  heading for places  warmer,  where shadows  linger  a little longer,  where I am  just a memory,  as this years  last summer,  my footsteps, left  upon the sands,  life and tides  high  across windswept  skies and shores....

The Eye

November 13, 2022 15:00 - 2 minutes - 1.78 MB

The Eye Clouds have fallen,  hugging  the slow-tilled sky  of an autumnal tinted  reflected earth,  breathing in wisps  of smoke and fires,  hinting of morning  and of grey,  suffusing the bending figures  of trees  with shrouds  and mists  of silver  and the hooded cloak  of silence,  for dawn still sleeps,  beyond the hidden shadows,  behind the cage  of city lights,  pressing  against the darkness,  for it is still early,  the streets,  are empty,  stray cars  ...

And Night Falls Early….

November 12, 2022 16:00 - 25 seconds - 336 KB

And night falls early  And night falls  early tonight,  the soft grey  to a descending  dusk,  the wind,  hushed  beneath the waves  of darkness,  November whispers, time passing  in the visible stars of October dust. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]

Fog

November 11, 2022 14:00 - 1 minute - 1.07 MB

Fog She creeps  across the fields,  along the empty lanes, beneath the dripping trees and the full round, smooth pebble of darkness, she waits, hesitant, on the edge of the town the street lights flicker, blink, fading under the grey weight of invisibility, silence  greets her and  tiptoes, as she walks  across the junction the traffic lights on red, stop,  stare, ignored as she peers through frosted  windows,  their blindness, shuttered temporarily, runni...

Geese

November 10, 2022 15:00 - 54 seconds - 656 KB

Geese A button  of silver  high above  the dawn,  a full moon  mirrors the call  of November,  the last leaves of the season, whispering farewell to the empty  of trees and softly,  slowly,  in silence  fall. And as dawn clears the stars from the rising  morning skies they fade  in blues and greys in dreaming of summer’s eyes there is a glimpse, a glance of light, as shadows flutter  in myriads upon the garden across the crumbling broken wall, for above a ...

And Midnight Awakes

November 09, 2022 16:00 - 43 seconds - 538 KB

Midnight awaits Makes no difference,  bringing time  back  from the sunset,  the hours  of night,  the morning  stretches longer  into the awaiting dark  of November,  the fading  of autumn,  and the fall  of winter light. For the earth  spins silently,  a marble  of blue,  in the gravity  of time and space,  and here,  in the hurry  of lives,  the crash  of war and ideas,  the thunder  of climate  and change the clock ticks ever loudly  for the midnight bell...

The Paper Moon

November 08, 2022 15:00 - 47 seconds - 596 KB

Paper Moon There’s a paper moon  hanging in the last  of leaves  and crowds,  the falling whispers  of November trees,  the moonlight,  blurred,  soft and remembered  the passing days  of time,  and memories.  For of yesteryears  unspoken,  above the shadowed rooftops,  the standing satellite dishes,  the question marks  and telegraph lines,  the paper moon,  watches above, listens,  passing stars  across the heavens, hidden answers in constellations,  and encrypte...

The Passing of Places

November 07, 2022 16:00 - 50 seconds - 628 KB

The Passing of Places Hugging  empty coastlines,  beneath waves of wind,  sky and place,  the yellow train,  stops  from time  to time,  beside  the hidden,  the silences,  the wind blown  sands the hours  lost between, without  a sound,  without a trace.  For beyond the forgotten, the dunes  of memories,  the greying skies  of winter,  high along  the tides, the future pasts of shore, the calendar  of seasons,  this late  November, in days  of evening  ...

Message from Here

November 03, 2022 16:00 - 9 minutes - 6.63 MB

Greetings from Crosby Beach… Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]

Spider webs and Sunlight

October 29, 2022 14:00 - 48 seconds - 679 KB

Spider webs and Sunlight Spiderwebs  and sunlight the last of autumn,  his days slipping to winter and skies of grey, sitting here, a bench a city park a playground of children, laughter and birdsong for time herself  is just slipping  away. And here right here parents and  Grandparents sit, reminiscing  upon the passing of hours, generations and history statues  and monuments commemorative memories   the last stories in fallen leaves the farewell  of su...

Migration (Missiles and Wings)

October 27, 2022 14:00 - 49 seconds - 594 KB

Migration (Missiles  and Wings) A missile,  maybe mightily  and more  can reach  the furthest  ends  of the earth  and perhaps  to the furthest  ever  of shores,  for the dead  of today,  will fire it  anyway,  and plunge life  as again  we will never  know it,  to the ends  of the earth,  for sure,  for sure we won’t  know it for sure. And yet,  and yet,  as I look up,  so high  and above,  above half  of this fragile earth  and more,  a single bird flies...

After the Daylight (2)

October 26, 2022 14:00 - 1 minute - 1.04 MB

And tonight  the first frost,  t’will come  leafless  in frozen fogs  through the shrouded  hoods  of skeletal trees,  behind waves, hidden, in the October wind,  the drifting call of invisible  seas.  And from the harbour of seasons, the moon rises  beyond  the ferrying clouds,  of skies the moon blinks  and blinks again,  October sails,  choosing or not whether to reveal or weather to hide. For further still from across  the firmament  of constellations  time a...

After the Daylight (1)

October 25, 2022 14:00 - 50 seconds - 625 KB

After the daylight (Part 1) After the daylight,  the evening slips between seasons,  caught beneath  the ghostly glass,  of summer  and fall, for hushed  are the whispers  this late afternoon,  tremblingly in silence  sown upon winter  the last  scything, of harvest grain  for time herself does weep and call. For above  the first stars  peel the sky, to blue  to grey  and then to sleep and  black,  the late hours  shiver,  in the chilling bells  of darkness,  m...

Sun-Days

October 24, 2022 13:00 - 52 seconds - 676 KB

Sun-days  Sundays and church bells chime, a mid morning call  to awake,  earth tilled  and prepared,  in  dreams  of November,  for springtime,  sleeping in silence,  born to create. And above  the fields,  blue sky  and woodsmoke,  crows circle  and call,  their trees released  of leaves,  trembling  and tumbling,  memories  of summer,  flickering in colour,  slowly fall. For beside the river,  meandering  in curves,  with lazy ships,  clouds  and sails  of ...

IU (for Spring)

October 23, 2022 13:00 - 50 seconds - 728 KB

IU Evening slips  into night,  the hour  of reflection,  the window black  until morning,  the moon lost,  hidden for I’m missing  you  tonight.  Outside, it’s colder now,  the skies filled  with the promise  of dreams,  I’m holding your  memories  closer, imagining you here your head resting gently  with mine, missing  you near. It’s seems  so long although  it was just an hour  or two, since you went away, since your sun sparkled  across  my skies and...

A Message from this Morning

October 22, 2022 12:00 - 49 seconds - 703 KB

A Message from this Morning A message  from this morning,  there’s new light  again to greet  the dawn  of an awakening  day, hope you ran  like the wind,  under the stars  of heavens,  moments  of preciousness,  moments  of wonder,  lifting the sun  to your eyes,  dawn once again  opens her skies,  and smiles  upon your footsteps,  running this way For igniting  this dawn  of all mornings,    the birth  of time,  the rise of the sun remembered again, the treasu...

Her Umbrella Skies (ded. RDK)

October 22, 2022 05:00 - 1 minute - 965 KB

Her Umbrella Skies  She holds it  upwards, held by steady hands, that the wind buffets  and tosses,  with the rain  that thunders  and roars,  but beneath  her canopy  of stars  and light,  is the blue  of hope,   her umbrella skies. Around her  there are clouds  of doubt, dark  and a forgotten light,  a light that rises  in eyes of dawn  to lift the hood  of darkness away,  but she laughs  and shares  with her life,  the blue  of her umbrella skies. And so with ...

Heartbeats ( the First Wings of Dawn)

October 20, 2022 15:00 - 53 seconds - 721 KB

Heartbeats (first wings of Dawn)  Racing, beneath  the morning,  the silver screen  of skies, pushing  into the lifting  darkness,  no sign  of autumn rain,  or summer’s farewells  and goodbyes  For I’m racing  into the dawn,  waiting for you your smile  to lift the day,  it’s only been  a few sunsets,  but feels like  the night’s without the stars,  have taken you  so far away.  And now  just ahead, beyond  the wooded headlands, above the tides and shores, I ...

Here is the News

October 18, 2022 15:00 - 1 minute - 1.05 MB

Here is the News Here is the news  today,  the planets burning  fires and war,  we are too steeped  in fantasy,  being internet  connected, we don’t care  anymore,  Keep looking away,  I say, Keep looking away. The real world’s  crying,  in tears  of sky  and acid rain,  killing this haven  of life,  once gone,  Mother Earth  wont keep, coming back again.  Keep looking away,  I say keep looking away. The oil fires  are raging,  we’re battling  over lies  and t...

The Marching Men

October 17, 2022 15:00 - 42 seconds - 502 KB

Marching Through marching,  lines  and ranks  of maize,  with corners  and walls  against  the falling skies,  the shadows lengthen  the coming darkness,  the battalions  of winter,  in regiments  on the horizon,  led by forgotten ghosts  and ragged flags,  in fallen reasons  and forgotten whys,    and above,  the moon rises,  blinded in light  and lunacy,  a reminder  of death  and watching   war and hate,  must never  in the solitary blue  of life  have to be....

The Stretching Miles

October 16, 2022 14:00 - 51 seconds - 713 KB

The Stretching Miles Stars and ships,  sails and shrouds,  the evening rests  upon passing clouds,  and above,  the moon rises,  high and slow,  upon the hills  and stretching trees,  as October bows  to the season,  summer’s left,  September’s leaves.  And across the silence the ploughed fields,  and beyond  a pointing church  along the empty lanes,  where shadows  gather and the wind  passes, whispers,  along the lonesome lines  of telegraph wires,  invisible and re...

A Thousand Voices Singing

October 15, 2022 14:00 - 34 seconds - 421 KB

A Thousand Voices A thousand voices  singing,  dawn hidden  in the early  morning rain,  listening to silence  between  rain drops,  whispering your name,  for as her sky  lengthens,  and dawn awakens  to another  October day the trees bend,  beckon,  empty  of leaves  ‘return soon  dear spring,‘ they murmur, ‘blossom, bless this life,  dream  of us this winter  until the birth  of May.’ Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you c...

The ‘Political’ Hedgehog

October 14, 2022 15:00 - 2 minutes - 1.5 MB

The ‘Politician.’ I woke early, the day still dark, the street lamps, bent and crooked, peered into puddles of light, searching, it seemed, for reflections not of their own, it was still and silent, no traffic, no birds, just the soft and gentle dance of early morning rain. And she was there again. As if waiting. As if listening. Waiting for me to pass. For it was warm. Damp. Nobody except us on the flooded silver silence of the avenue. She’’d clearly been standing on the left in the ...

The ‘Political’ Hedgehog

October 14, 2022 15:00 - 2 minutes - 1.5 MB

The ‘Politician.’ I woke early, the day still dark, the street lamps, bent and crooked, peered into puddles of light, searching, it seemed, for reflections not of their own, it was still and silent, no traffic, no birds, just the soft and gentle dance of early morning rain. And she was there again. As if waiting. As if listening. Waiting for me to pass. For it was warm. Damp. Nobody except us on the flooded silver silence of the avenue. She’’d clearly been standing on the left in the ...

Blue

October 13, 2022 15:00 - 1 minute - 774 KB

Blue Blue  is the moonlight,  silver,  across the bedroom  door,  the shadows  as clear  as morning,  the nights  of starlight  hidden,  upon the broken floor,  for whilst the path  is clear,  along the garden,  over the bridge,  into the meadows  open and near,  the trees still tremble  in whispers,  the last hush  of this passing day,  dawn might come  tomorrow,  if time  shows her the way. For the moon  is high  you see,  beyond the distant hills  and towns,...

The Eleventh (sleep of Autumn)

October 12, 2022 09:00 - 2 minutes - 1.89 MB

The Eleventh (sleep of Autumn) Warm,  Autumn awakes,  and throws the blankets  of stars off his back,  sits with his back  to the apple trees,  sighs at the falling rain,  and looks out  at the first  of dawn,  her fingers  stretching the sky,  across the morning’s breath  of light. He shivers,  not that it’s cold,  but because  of his dreams,  the echoes  of summer,  this passing  of days,  and his sister,  Spring,  lost to the earth,  sleeping,  deeply, by the p...

Summer’s Last

October 10, 2022 19:00 - 52 seconds - 646 KB

Summer’s last  I left the summer  this evening,  quietly walking home,  as she whispered  across the fields,  for I could see  she was alone,  for above  the stars were weeping,  many slipping  from the evening sky,  ‘farewell,’  they seemed to tremble,  as she bowed  to the harvest moon,  and sang  a slow goodbye,  And in her arms  were apples  full and rounded,  blushing,  from the late  afternoon sun,  So I stopped  took one, and listened  to the silence,  the ...

Still

October 09, 2022 13:00 - 56 seconds - 701 KB

Still Still is this morning,  the birth of time  and moments  beyond the dreams  of a passing night,  hushed are the whispers  of memories,  as the wind tickles  the treetops,  Dawn opens  the sky with delight.  For the colours  are of meadows,  springtime,  blossoms across  the sunlight  of flowers,  as Autumn hints  at winter,  in the passing chime  of chasing hours. And so  another day  begins, quietly,  for there’s no one else awake,  just the grey  thinning sk...

The Moviegoers

October 08, 2022 08:00 - 49 seconds - 617 KB

The Moviegoers  Strange,  watching  listening,  hidden, stories  of other lives,  forgetting  our own: characters  just like us taken   by surprise,  for do we live in our  own story,  the narrative,  our tale  unfolding? Or,  in the dreams of someone else,  watching switching remotely? Perhaps in blindly blinking, with  and through our  closing, our screen  filled eyes, do we see  ourselves stumbling inspiring, creating meaning in the echoes of other...

The Moviegoers

October 08, 2022 08:00 - 49 seconds - 617 KB

The Moviegoers  Strange,  watching  listening,  hidden, stories  of other lives,  forgetting  our own: characters  just like us taken   by surprise,  for do we live in our  own story,  the narrative,  our tale  unfolding? Or,  in the dreams of someone else,  watching switching remotely? Perhaps in blindly blinking, with  and through our  closing, our screen  filled eyes, do we see  ourselves stumbling inspiring, creating meaning in the echoes of other...

October,October

October 07, 2022 14:00 - 29 seconds - 416 KB

October, October! October,  October!  The fall  of summer  upon thy brows,  from where  did Summer fade  and Springtime  lose her  vows? For along  the shadowed lanes  and emptying  autumn  fields,  September lies  for another year,  sleeping,  silently  her dreams she slowly leaves to dream. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]

October

October 06, 2022 14:00 - 28 seconds - 415 KB

First Hints First hints  of October,  the wisps  of light  in the early morning  air, in dapples  of age,  and grey amidst morning gold as summer,  in smudges  of sky  remembered,  her last breath  for today  again in light  and dawn a treasure,  to truly behold.  Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]

Shadows of the Moon

October 05, 2022 16:00 - 44 seconds - 597 KB

Shadows  of the moon Falling asleep,  alone tonight,  stars hidden  behind the moonlight,  I’m waiting  for silence,  footsteps  across the garden,  silver  and bright,  for it’s colder  now,  winter walking,  along the footpath,  before him, the trees  glisten,  half-hidden under the cloak  of October skies,  hearing the last  whispers,  autumn leaves  rattling in the wind,  whispering of yesterday,  turns into the dust.  of shadows and evening  softly sighs. ...

Radio

October 04, 2022 15:00 - 1 minute - 875 KB

Radio Early morning,  dawn breaking  across the skies,  heard the news  on the radio,  saw the tears  in heaven’s eyes, Hard to believe  no ones wishing  anymore,  a long time coming,  hope stripped  from the sacred dark,  the gods have shut  their doors. We’re out and alone   here, as far  and as certain  we can ever know,  yet we keep fighting  for our flags,  forgetting who we are,  lost in politics  and blindness, we’re never  going to grow. So I tried  to c...

Wood and Smoke

October 03, 2022 14:00 - 46 seconds - 637 KB

Wood and Smoke  Wood and smoke,  heavy with apples,  summer, laden with light light and memories,  fade upon  the fallen   autumn fires,  of September’s  silent call, and leaves. And, as night  stretches,  shadows lengthen,  high above, their stars  etch the heavens singing,  silent, waiting for the  winter dawn to come. For it is fall and colder now, the summer lanes hidden,  empty beneath the boughs  and branches of frosted October trees,  waiting, patient...

Midnight and Rain

September 28, 2022 15:00 - 35 seconds - 437 KB

Midnight and Rain In blustery showers,  hail, invisible walls  of early morning  grey,  the heavens  opened  at midnight,  flooded  and washed  the world  of yesterday,  for outside, through  the bedroom window, beyond  the garden,  the orchard,  across the edges  of woodland,  roof  and pointing spire, the stars,  overhead, part subdued hidden  and scattered, watched  and waited, as October  dowsed the flames  of autumns fire.    Feel free to contact me. B...

The Marching

September 27, 2022 14:00 - 42 seconds - 568 KB

Marching Through marching,  lines  and ranks  of maize,  with corners  and walls  against  the falling skies,  the shadows lengthen  the coming darkness,  the battalions  of winter,  in regiments  on the horizon,  led by forgotten ghosts  and ragged flags,  in fallen reasons  and forgotten whys,    and above,  the moon rises,  blinded in light  and lunacy,  a reminder  of death  and watching   war and hate,  must never  in the solitary blue  of life,  have to be...

Moon Song

September 26, 2022 16:00 - 39 seconds - 491 KB

Moon-Song Above the silence the forests, the invisible curves  of light and fields,  the empty skies  of September darkness,  the coming  of autumn  is his light  revealed,  for the stars  are full tonight,  the hours shorter,  in the passing  of days,  the shadows quiver  and tremble,  the wind whispers  in solace,  the return of winter,  the dance  of ghosts  before his midnight veils. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can ...

Orion-the Return of Kings

September 25, 2022 13:00 - 46 seconds - 591 KB

Orion: the return of Kings Slipping into darkness,  no border,  no boundary,  between the black  and the grey,  the twilight  of moments, forgotten in the closing,  the avalanche  of memories,  just falling away,  for the bell tower  is silent,  the hours strike  no more,  the roads closed,  the houses, empty,  simply abandoned  before the shadows  claw,  for the midnight hours  are lengthening,  the fall deepens,  the silence,  becoming a roar,  lifetimes in buil...

To Sleep

September 24, 2022 14:00 - 25 seconds - 329 KB

To sleep To sleep,  yes,  at last to sleep  windows open, to watch  the paling rise  of autumn’s moon,  waxing above  the trees  and rooftops,  the stars, hidden,  the shadows  long, upon the garden,  yet from midnight,  the seasons change,  alas too soon,  too soon! Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! [email protected]

The Hedgehog

September 23, 2022 14:00 - 2 minutes - 2.01 MB

The Hedgehog  Getting colder now, she walks unsteadily,down the steps, they are steep, but she can manage.  Huddled in the shadows, sheltered from the blasts of the northeastern wind,she presses against the cobbled stones, the whitewashed wall,and remembers, almost by instinct, the way along the path to the sleep of October.  Old now, the seasons weighing heavy upon her heart, she feels the heaviness in her limbs, the shallow breaths she must take into the twilight months of the passing y...

The Hedgehog

September 23, 2022 14:00 - 2 minutes - 2.01 MB

The Hedgehog  Getting colder now, she walks unsteadily,down the steps, they are steep, but she can manage.  Huddled in the shadows, sheltered from the blasts of the northeastern wind,she presses against the cobbled stones, the whitewashed wall,and remembers, almost by instinct, the way along the path to the sleep of October.  Old now, the seasons weighing heavy upon her heart, she feels the heaviness in her limbs, the shallow breaths she must take into the twilight months of the passing y...

I Sing of Wood and Morning

September 22, 2022 15:00 - 41 seconds - 524 KB

I sing of wood and morning I sing  of wood  and morning,  the beach,  the skies,  the waves  that reach  and slow  upon the windswept  curve  of shore, For in the time  it takes  for the tides,  the passing,  and fall of days,  the dawn  will rise  in years,  and walks  in footsteps  across  the sands,  a hundred,  no, a thousand  different ways. For  all is a journey from what  was to become, to what may, the future memories of all those  who have  passe...