Garrett Speller
AmalavijĂąÄ na A Moment of Memory I slumbered awhile, Floating in the darkened nighttime sea. The new moon cast only shadows, And the world was silent. My twenty-one voices spoke as A whisper not quite heard, As the far-off mountaintops Stood idly by. I do not fear the sun Nor her oft-cloudy face, And the tempest of thunder Is but roaring silence. I stayed awhile, Enshrined in dreamless sleep; Those final moments before Life begins again. 1
