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@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; Zara's Poems, 3, Poem For Zara---His Beauty, Appearance And Style
Millenia ago, forces that some have called impersonal
shaped the terrain around this inlet, finely
pulverized the sand (almost the consistency of a
powder), and filled the shallow basin so that
waves undulate there at the moon's command.
Intrusive and inhibitive interferences of haters
are far behind and beyond you now, as---at the
top of the concrete stairs---you kick off those
questionably fashionable shoes, and leisurely
descend the concrete steps into this place that has
been prepared for your visit. Sunlight's shafts gather,
seemingly erect, around you as the gentlest of the
lake's breezes plays in the profuse curls of your
long hair, cascading over the ribbed fabric of your
bulky, gray sweater. The frayed cuffs of your
tan cargos almost, but not quite, conceal your
slender feet, sheathed in semi-sheer gray socks (and
no more confined by an expensive stiffness obtained in
some outlet store in a suburban mall) glide eagerly
over the granulated particles, slightly dampened at the
undrawn line that marks the tidal motion's furthest
reach. As your footsteps trace a path that has been
long awaited, the Cosmos seems to surge with delight,
fulfilled by the beauty of your appearance and presence,
vivified by the Love that thrives in your immortal soul.
Starward
