Memories of the Wind
The wind, it blows its general breeze,
Water ripples below.
Brightly are the fires lit,
People move by to and fro.
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The torches cast their twilight shadows,
Silver is the moon.
And on this day of reveille,
I feel no sense of gloom.
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But something's carried on the breeze,
Something close to me.
Touching something in my mind,
A sense of memory.
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Something is familiar here,
As if I've sailed here before.
This very time, this very place,
Heard all the same calls.
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But it's time to light the torch,
To kindle Soleana's flame.
The wind to me still beckons,
But to answer, I refrain.
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For memory's a fickle thing,
I'm in the now and here.
In the city of waterways,
Ruling people I hold dear.