Outside
the garden, the trees grow taller.
Their
majesty is breathtaking,
unfurling
to conquer the void with never-ending boughs
stretching
as far as the roads will go and farther.
I
follow these roads, out to the shore.
Even
above the seas!
And
down into the depths….
And
so I imagine myself an undead sailor cast overboard by some storm long ago,
trudging along the ocean bottom where the rays of the sun become flickering
azure sheets of twilight… Echoing
melodies of life spin, glide, and dance along my path, and sometimes I whistle
to these passing phrases, forgetting my fate.
My own song calls out in response, bringing the melodies closer…
The
echoes fade into silence, and I am greeted by the cold dark gaze of sea
creatures large and small. I wish
instantly for their melodies to return and resound louder, now that they are
here, next to me. Peering longingly into
their little orbs of darkness, I search only to find the reflection of my own
eyes staring coldly back at them. And I
move on.
Now
each step I take is separated by a heavy sea of silence, and my heart creaks in
my chest like the sunken galleon of a once great fleet in search of new
lands! Those echoes of life seem only to
emanate from distant places, like the light of the sun that reaches my eyes,
but whose warmth I will never feel. And
so I move on.
A
bough to climb…
