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.
