Don’t you recognize me?
I am the voice of red waves
shifted into the house of the past.
I speak to you even in this present darkness.
Listen as the echoes whisper of that former time.
My reflections mark the place of what once was
and what is yet to be.
Cast your hope upon these waters.
After many days it shall return,
a fresh incarnation of your dream
to carry you forward on the tides of my memory,
and away from this sandless hourglass.
- Kai Matta