In my dreams I feel it long before I see it
A hint, no more than a rumble in the ground
Like the sound of a distant train
That slowly grows louder and more insistent.
Until its presence cannot be denied.
I see them, there they are!
Do I dare believe my eyes?
A tidal wave in the sky approaching
Roiling, curving, moving as one
One made of billions
Billions as one.
They are here!
The sound of infinite wings beating infinite times is deafening
They are passing right over my head
Sucking the light from the sky with their numbers and mass
as I stand awestruck in a surreal darkness.
And still they come!
Hours pass, days pass
Their numbers do not die?
There are enough to mark every star in the universe
And still there are more. Always more.
Wednesday, September 2, 1914
Today I woke up
And they were gone forever
But still I listen, still I watch, still I hope.
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