By Xander Hacking
The Silence, but for wind,
Woven through the lonely trees.
The forest sleeps upon sharp cliffs,
Resolute, high and firm above the sea.
A single hollow cabin,
Grasps the fading heat
Of a fire long-since lit.
Flames licking, falling to sleep.
Dawn has long risen.
Twilight soon descends
Hastened by the gray clouds,
Which yet withhold their rain.
This tapestry of Solace --
Though filled with scent and sound --
Leaves a mind alone
To face its own stirring depths.
- - -
Though the memory is of but a moment
The feelings are etched deep.
Her face is gone from recollection
(Was it ever even there?)
But her gleaming auburn hair:
Forever set in stone.
Her name escapes my thought,
No matter how I try.
The cloud and mist of wakefulness
Plunder much from my mind.
My heart cries she was important,
That she meant so much to me.
I remember, we were running,
Something, something, dark close behind.
I must keep her safe.
Give everything to protect her.
- - -
As now I stare unending
Where eternal waves meet slate sky,
I wish to know the answers,
Hidden, lost, stolen from my mind.
I am left with only questions,
Uncertain of her fate.
Did I keep her safe? Or did I fail?
The once sharp image blurs.
The memory feels so real. But is it?
Was she?
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