Hello, everyone! I've continued the poem by jumping to after Ferio has left the group. I hope that's clear in the poem. Although I don't normally do this in my writings, I'm assuming you know the storyline and know the (minor) implications. I may give more details in a later chapter, but tonight has to settle for being slightly disconnected. I hope it still works and that you enjoy it!
Thank you to everyone who reviews, as well as to everyone who reads without reviewing. I really appreciate your giving it a chance, regardless of whether or not you like it.
Specifically, thank you to Mossygirl for your kind review; I hope you enjoy this next part! Thanks go to Kyaa Kyaaf—I'm glad you like the imagery, and I hope it continues to be cute! At least, I'm trying. And to Momentum, I really appreciate your continued support! I attempt to be expressive while still making sense; funny how expression and articulation are two different things, huh?
I apologize if this chapter doesn't make total sense (I just have this nagging feeling it doesn't. *sigh* Oh well. There's nothing I want to change, so there's nothing I can do about it.) On a high note, I now have the entire Rayearth series and am in the process of watching it with my little sister. We'll see how it goes now that I know the facts, rather than basing it on distant memory!
Disclaimer: I own the poem, not the characters or storyline. I am taking some poetic license, and I claim all my flights of fancy. Thanks go to Clamp!
Sorry I'm talking so much, but I also really appreciate suggestions. I take them very seriously, and I appreciate any and all feedback. God bless!
Feet dragging, arms sagging
Breath staggered, face haggard.
Eyes weary, lids teary.
I'm flagging. We're lagging.
Hikaru bounds forward with determined avidity.
I question her pace of certain rapidity.
I laugh as she motions, then runs on ahead,
Leaving Umi and me behind, and ready for bed.
"Miss Hikaru, please we can't go on.
It's too late to search, and the sun is gone.
Miss Umi can hardly stay on her feet,
And I don't about you, but we're ready to eat."
She sighs with regret and takes herself down
From the imminent task of casing the town.
"But we've got to keep going," she says in a passion,
Then yawns open wide in child-like fashion.
"That's it," Umi cries in weary delight.
"You're tired too, and we're stopping tonight.
Cephiro is falling, but so are my eyes.
We're resting right now; no buts!" she cries.
I laugh as they argue, but my mind turns away.
Ferio had left with the light of day.
"A stone for wishes," he'd given before he left,
Then left me behind. Blushing. Bereft.
"Does he sing?" I wonder the thought out loud.
I don't expect an answer. They're never found.
When he's alone in a void of sound
Does he ever wish that I was around?
Does he think of me when the wind is crying?
Or does he connect me with fear and dying?
I remember his eyes, never his lying.
I sigh, too tired to continue trying
Too tired to end my own decrying.
Loneliness echoes in the wind
That once seemed full within my soul.
No longer whole.
Was I ever?
I just never knew.
"Does who sing?" Hikaru asks, wide awake in her bed.
Umi snickers, tries whispers, but falls asleep instead.
"Oh, no one, Miss Hikaru," I absently say.
"Well, goodnight, then," she smiles, then drifts away.
I tuck my feet into my gown
"This is silly," I scold with a reproving frown.
Holding his gift in the palm of my hand.
He's gone, I know, but I don't understand.
I lay on my pillow and hear the wind's wail.
And Mokona's puu-puus with every exhale.
'Sleep won't be easy,' I think with regret.
Then sink into the sleep that let the lonely forget.