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The Mutual Band
I stand on the beach at night, its magic seizes me.
I sigh,
The sands sigh,
The sea sighs,
The stars sigh.
We are not bound in time, for a moment we are free
The stars,
The sands,
The sea,
And me.
But lo! Another voice is heard, the common Thread that binds us.
The still, small voice, He who designed us.
We speak of him a while, conversing low together.
I whisper,
The sea whispers,
The stars whisper,
The sands whisper.
I speak in the old, old tongue of men,
They in language as old, half-forgot or yet unlearned.
And so we stand, bound by our Mutual Band,
Just me,
The sea,
The stars,
And the sand.
Silence falls, I hear them no more.
I turn away, the magic is o’er.
