To see you again, Alesia.

I still recount the day,

The day this world gave way to waste,

And the leaves from the great redwood fell from grace…

~ one year prior ~

Life is said to be given with boundless precision.

With no surefire path of navigation,

An unperceivable perception.

For every soul the great vine giveth,

A billion more lay silently asleep,

To drift alone through sands of the void.

I still count my blessings, and remember that

One of the select few sparks of life,

Was mine to hold, and love, for a brief moment in time…

A moment in the abysmal grand scheme…

An epoch in the light of your eyes…

The obligatory eternity, while you lay ’sleep…

When I awoke, you were running through fields,

Fields as luscious as the hair you now bore.

With a smile that could bend the outreached wheat grasping at the sun.

Ten cycles had come and gone,

So young, yet there you were,

Reading beneath the great redwood.

And as all eclipses fade,

The moment passed far too soon.

The day the wheel of time stood still.

I stand before the great redwood awaiting your fruitless return.

While the night’s sky weeps tears upon my face,

And the redwood’s leaves fall from the unbearable weight.

I still recount the day,

The day this world gave way to waste,

And the leaves from that great redwood fell from grace…

S. Deltanis