Oh

How brilliant the feathers of white marbled stone

Shine against the radiant glow

Alas

Arrival

With wind at my back and ground beneath my feet

I stand upon the summit where

The pinnacle rests atop all clouds

Surveying valley’s below

Its peak accompanied by the soft azure skies

And alit by the sun

Oh! How brilliant the feathers of white marbled stone

Shine against the radiant glow

Pours essence of light o’er the ground

A low hum from within begins to roar

And I feel drawn to it

Its pull inescapable

The vibrant light pouring from its core

Reaching my hand to grasp the orb

And yet still a mirthless moment

A swelling in my chest as I realize this is the end

Eyes become blinded by illumination

And as the white fades to reveal color once more

I see no more just a lineament of her face but her whole figure

Standing before me, arms out stretched

Palms a-glow with a soft purple hue

I take her hand

In this moment she gives to me the greatest gift of memory

Flowers in fields swaying to and fro

Rushing winds and their cry like a thunderous roar

As they pass through caverns and valleys alike

Crashing waves land upon black obsidian shores

The closure of solemnity

My Existence

The great orator

My Intendment

Clairvoyant

We were sent to this place

Our punishment, exile and loss

With purpose clear, the visions slip away

Only accompanied by the glow of the orb