"Have you seen him?" The girl mortal called out to the open wind.
It carried her message across breezy marshes,
Across whistling meadows,
Across the river, her beloved childhood memories of past.
"Nay," said they.
"We have never sighted your river spirit;
And we have not sighted him today."
"Have you seen him?" she asked the Japanese Cedar.
It whispered her plea to its brothers,
To unnamed spirits of the woods,
To untamed gardens vast.
"You will be sorely mistaken to find a river spirit here;
But we sought him out -
And we found him neither far nor near."
"Are you sure you haven't seen him?" she pleaded,
With tearful sorrow, to a bathhouse spirit.
"He gave me a promise
That one day, I'd see him at last-"
But she broke off, for she knew
The spirit would remain mute, like the statue that it was,
Lifeless, mysterious, and shrouded in river dew.
But that was six years prior.
Now a blossoming young lady,
She entered the train ride home.
Weary, worn and beat,
Flung her bruised
Lacrosse stick across the train seat,
Sat down, and mused.
It was the wrong train,
But how could she know or care?
She fell asleep on the spot
As she rested her tired soul,
As she vaguely recollected a long-lost spirit dear.
A high-pitched train whistle
in a far off distance -
She suddenly awaked -
Time slowed and stopped -
And in her awe
Her entire being shaked
For
In
That
Moment
She met the gaze of
The One
Staring back
In
Sweet
Remembrance...
Him...
- Credit goes to tumblr user punziella, who made the pictures that inspired this poem!
- Oh, and bonus conpeito to you, awarded specially by the soot sprites, if you liked and reviewed! ;)
-Thanks for reading!
KoolKat