Disclaimer: sighs If only…
A/N: The title and summary comes from another poem by Anna Akhmatova called "Music" (specifically the Lyn Coffin translation). Also, this work is unbeta'd so please be kind if you review.
A land not
mine, still Sand on the bottom whiter than chalk, Sunset in the ethereal waves:
forever memorable,
the waters of its ocean
chill
and fresh.
and the
air drunk, like wine,
late sun lays bare
the rosy limbs of the
pine trees.
I cannot tell if
the day
is ending, or the world, or if
the secret of secrets
is inside me again.
She stands on the cold, windswept beach and looks out to sea just as she did three years ago to the day. Sometimes she still feels like she had died that day and maybe a part of her did.
A year after her fall she started to remember things she couldn't possibly know – names, faces, and places she could never imagine in her wildest nightmares and dreams. When she closes her eyes at night she can see music; notes of time dancing with static filled gold-like fire. And, sometimes, when its quiet enough, she swears she can hear the stars; each flicker of light becoming the briefest of symphonies in her mind.
But now the music and the lights have grown dim. Now she can hear the Dark Tide coming across the stars and washing them away. She can see the cosmic notes being burnt away in a black flame.
Now she can feel something awakening inside of her. It is something familiar, like something she has always had but hasn't been aware of until now. It feels like a spark; like a purpose filled flame burning through cracked walls. For a moment she wonders if this is it, if this is the end of it all; but then she hears His voice and comes to a conclusion. There's still hope left. Its only just beginning.
