'Remember me,' he said . . .

‘Remember me,’ he said---

And he scratched it on the wooden bridge

For all to see---

The footbridge that spans the narrow bend

Of a muddy sea cove, near where I live

Where mauve-blue periwinkles hide beneath

And where great dark trees bend their limbs

Hiding more than I should care others to see...

Life, if lived in full, beyond the barrier skin

A cornucopia held of candled love in trust

On the other side, beyond the crystal sky

A cup of joy unknown---it is rejected here:

Of such a nature on this sightless earth

That it could not be spoken of, lawless here,

But there, a gift: the promised ‘white stone’

And glorious liberty within the third heaven...

What the crazy ones find and know in truth

The right ones refuse and turn from in disgust:

Numbered with the transgressors the lover is

In delighting that the prey is as the foe---

Goodness on the other side all turned about---

We know not, what it truly is, at all

And the words---engraved upon the wooden rail

Tell a tale of love---broad as the crystal sky above...

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- From: THE COUNTING-FALL; The Ragged Writings of Everland; Volume 2