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Part One of The Return
by
Richard Valentine
He stood at
the edge
a universe giving birth,
fixed with stars and suns
awakening to the signs
long foretold.
While molten worlds boiled
in steam and gas,
heaving to and fro
voices calling for
dreams yet unborn.
Still they come with
iron blades made of grass,
pounding leaves,
hammering flowers,
till at last.
The spirits rise
from broken hearts
reeling in ages past,
till this moment
a sign arrives.
The stranger at the edge
raises his arms
to the children
of tomorrow
this message.
Today this world
is the glory and dream,
tomorrow it returns
to the sun's womb
and sleeps again.
But the spirit of love
will arise again
from the newly born earth
and call you by name.
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