Las Sombras del PasadoA Poem by emipoemiAnother sun has made his arc, Another tide is rising; Another star declares the day Must dwindle into night. The silence softly swirls and streams Across a world in slumber; The shadows in such solemn stride Perform a sacred rite. Along the silver-spattered road They head towards the shoreline, And load a boat with ashen urns As offerings to dawn. One at the bow then takes a seat, While at the oars another, And with the chanting of a dirge They go, they go- they’re gone. Another sun may grace the sky With guidance to move forward, Yet nightly would the shadows mourn The times that are no more. Se va, se va la barca, Se va con el pescador. Y en esa barca que
cruza el mar, Se va, se va mi amor. © 2018 emipoemiAuthor's Note
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