The wind is softly blowing,

The mists upon the mountains move towards

Nothingness.

As the sun, again calls out its morning song,

Spreading across the purple mountains,

And down into the valley,

Where mine house lies,

With mine wife,

Still asleep,

Inside.

They were coming.

I whirled around in wonder,

Standing upon the front doorstep,

With an aerial view,

Of the outlying area.

Upon where

Humming birds hummed,

Icy blue water flowed,

And where the peace lies dormant.

Then the wind blew over my face

As if some omen was being blown upon me.

I could not stop them from coming.

Suddenly there grew a great clamor upon the dormant land,

Birds scattered,

Calling a fearful melody,

Small mammals scurried around the dark floor,

Squeaking with surprise.

They were nearly hear.

The disturbance did not cease,

Nor did the gentle breeze stop blowing,

They advanced upon,

As if on swift wings,

To their target.

They were here.

Never moving from my door,

I stopped and questioned them,

“What are you here for.”

And in a brief reply,

But offering no more comfort,

“We have come for her.”

I knew before those ever so brief words what they

Had happened here.

They were going to take her away.

I pleaded,

I begged,

I appealed.

But they listened to no words.

Sweeping me aside they flung wide my door

And enter therein.

From the ground I could hear the banging of footsteps.

The ceaseless bang of heavy footsteps as they advanced towards her.

She,

Still sleeping peacefully in her bed,

As the forest had been before.

They came.

Then,

The clang and screams of iron as

They fastened the manacles upon the young woman.

Then

The footsteps continued.

They now had her.

I could see their boots,

And the barefooted feet of her,

As they marched her from the house.

They were taking her away.

The time we shared together,

Though short,

Is eternal.

And as they took her on down yonder road,

I thought to myself, “Is this the end?

Has the part of my life that they taken away from my life over.

Will I never be whole?

As long as she is gone?

Will this whole in my heart ever be whole again,

With the part they have taken?

The part that they had reached in and wretched out?”

I lie wondering.

They were now beyond my calling,

Beyond the misty, purple mountains I had seen

So peaceful.

Before they had come and taken her away.

I could feel my soul weep,

It wretched and tried to fill the empty

Chasm in my chest,

But, alas to no avail.

It would never be full again.

The mountains are once again purple upon the horizon,

The sun, once bright and happy is clouded,

Never to be seen again by

My own two eyes.

And the valley is dark,

As if a shadow has been cast down upon

The seemingly unhappy valley.

The night is yet upon me,

The end of happy mornings is near.

Credo certe ne cras.*

Or at least for me,

There is none.

And as a last sentiment of her,

The wind,

Still blowing,

Is her breath.

The last few breaths of her life,

And I would love her forever,

Forever,

In aeternum.^

* I believe with certainty that there is no tomorrow. - Famous tomb inscription

^ Forever