Falling Stars by Lferion
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Author's Notes:
This started out a comment on Les vagues de l'oubli in hlh_shortcuts. It decided it was a poem instead. A truly amazing story -- atmospheric, disturbing, yet still with wonder and love as well as loss.

A glimpse through lightning: stars and sand Glass and dust and wind - A Memory of waves, a quiet hush, Dark water on a darker shore.
Who saw the falling stars? The burning motes That ancient were before the land was new?
Whose touch might tether all the sparks, Air and time and tide; Remember light when all the darkness holds Is captive sand within the glass?
Who are the falling stars? The cindered ash Burnt out, or light and memory?