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We tarried that first night upon the sands
and glimpsed of glinting waters that upheld
the sky and the unnumbered stars.
Stars so many I was blind to all.
Strange things I tried to say,
then silence so that none might come amiss.
There surely would be time for words
when dreams had come to pass,
just not quite then.
Never time for dreams;
nor for uncanny orisons,
which none inclined to hear.
And never time to understand
those spirits once so near to us,
that sang from everywhere.
Confusions reigned aplenty,
seeming without cause or cure
to ease my wonder at the way
we found our way from star-lit shores
and got ourselves to here.
