On a bare portion of the tree, if one were to take the time to look closely, a few lines of writing can be seen marring the bark. Though the markings seem old, most can't seem to remember seeing the scrap of verse here before...as if some lost soul had scratched a few words idly in the dirt on some far world and wished them here. If, of course, you believe in such things...
Are the shadows still silver?
Do they still dance with the
Shift of leaves like laughter,
The whim of every
Breeze that paused to touch her face?
Is there still gold in the sunrise?
Song in the starlight?
Does the light of dawn still tremble
Like held breath
As it did when it turned her skin
Gold in the morning?
Answers leave ash to
Cut my eyes from memory.
The fire I followed burns dim,
Forgotten.
The road I walk shatters like
Black glass beneath the moon
Beneath my feet.
Still she calls. Still I answer with
My blood upon the stones,
Tracing black riddles to
Draw me closer,
Soft as her whispers when dreaming.
Do the trees still echo laughter
In the breath held between moments?
Or does only silence linger
Where once she spoke my name…
The lines are signed with a single word, only visible if you lean close to peer past the scarring across it. Jack.
Are the shadows still silver?
Do they still dance with the
Shift of leaves like laughter,
The whim of every
Breeze that paused to touch her face?
Is there still gold in the sunrise?
Song in the starlight?
Does the light of dawn still tremble
Like held breath
As it did when it turned her skin
Gold in the morning?
Answers leave ash to
Cut my eyes from memory.
The fire I followed burns dim,
Forgotten.
The road I walk shatters like
Black glass beneath the moon
Beneath my feet.
Still she calls. Still I answer with
My blood upon the stones,
Tracing black riddles to
Draw me closer,
Soft as her whispers when dreaming.
Do the trees still echo laughter
In the breath held between moments?
Or does only silence linger
Where once she spoke my name…
The lines are signed with a single word, only visible if you lean close to peer past the scarring across it. Jack.
