Seasons

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- written by Corri


Paved with dust they were the distant trails I searched across
Promises of ancient lore, treasures hid and secrets lost
Placid, listless there I found him crouched and drowning in the sun
Whispering in memories of tales that were long done
Passing by I ruffled him and shared an impish grin
Surly from my prodding he emerged from thoughts within.
Stating dryly as he raised his eyes to leave him to his pains
His hands as pale as parchment, laced across with ink of veins

There was just the moon to guide me as I trampled through the snow
Til distant fire split the monochrome of night with ember glow
Huddled by the flame I found him prodding pointed tooth in thought
Plain that solitude and memory was the company he sought
Imprinted by his soberness I asked "What thoughts are you among"
He told of Ebon wars and mages.. elder gods when he was young.
Compelled, I spoke of missing trees, of changes and rebirth
Parting silently in contemplation of memory and its worth.
I mused about his patience, the weight of history that strained
His eyes pale blue of moonlight, midnight light upon the rain

Its been many seasons now, since our paths have parted
And I have learned firsthand of joy, and loss of those departed
Words drift up from history to warm me with their thought
Inexorable understanding from the ages I am taught.
I trace my fingers through the dust, a curl lifting my smile
I know in time he will return, though it may be a while
What paths do you tread? I whisper, though I've seen him in a sight
His hair pale dust on darkness, starlight on deep dusk of night.