by Pavel Chichikov
Not a dream, you move through one,
Lady of the silent face,
Never troubled yet when beckoned
Swift in mercy, Queen of Grace
Yet the other night you led me,
Guide without an utterance,
Toward duration’s boundary,
Lady of a troubled silence
Foster mother! baffled, lost,
Wandering through time I go;
Now I blunder through the past –
Let me not be foolish so
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