Between the worlds sits Samarkand;
Penemue would be proud.
And all our dreams have ventured in
Betwixt its gates so loud.
'Twas my own dreams had called me forth
And there I said farewell
And sent them on a way not mine
To heaven or to hell.
For dust and sand and dry old earth
Are what I have in lieu;
And Tamerlane may build it bright
But that is not my view.
For heart and hope did sail away
Upon a sea of sand
And now my dreams have left me here
Locked in these walls of land.
And did I but to dare and hope
Then were I but a husk
Dried out by sun and wind and sand
And silent in the dusk.
And so I sit and wait the tale
Of what I never had;
And did it never pass for me
Then were it still so bad?
But that is fate for those who live
And not for those like me;
For fate has passed us in the night -
Stranger, be not me.
- Glas, 1:23 AM, Dec 21, 2006 (Uploaded Sep 25, 2014)
(Blue Pearl composite Earth courtesy of NASA Earth Observatory)