Remembrance

Seasons tumble through the branches.

Stones tremble, kingdoms crumble;

Water smoothes the ancient stories of man.

Amongst the trees, we remember.

We remember darkness.

We remember shining white.

We remember a golden autumn.

But carvings cut by human hands are worn away.

Voices on the wind fade.

The glimpsed reflections of a thousand faces blur into

An elven hand, resting on a tree trunk,

Snatched away.

Cracks of broken dynasties collect dust,

Filling with earth,

Until the imprint of an age is all forgotten,

But for a skeleton tree in a marble courtyard,

Which stands still,

In my memory.