14 days ago is but a memory, but one that is still so fresh in my mind. Act One slowly faded, but its impression is still burned deep. Intermission…seems to last forever. And then I think as I have often done, how long will this cold night last ? My heart still feels the warmth that it did in those days, but my skin is chilled once again. Heavy I sigh as I ponder on things yet to come. My soul silently cries in the midnight hours. As a seed that has fallen from the withering trees to the barren ground below. The seasons come and go as a blur and time seems as an eternity. And somewhere from far away the leaves echo in chorus, speaking in the wind as they rustle, "wait". And then from somewhere else, the banter of the Night'ling Elves, "All good things come in time". Mocking, as so it may seem my heart in all its yearning. Fall is past and once again the winter has descended. The air no longer filled with warmth, with clouds the sunshine hid. And somewhere below the fallen leaves, the seed awaits.

So into my world I draw. Leaving behind the fragile and brittle reflection of the real world. I close my eyes and his face is all I see. I quiet my soul, and in the stillness I hear his beating heart. The air is filled with his fragrance as I breath into the night. A chorus softly playing, the tune is just a grasp away from knowing. Was it something I heard ? Or is it yet to come ? My lips are parched, but memories of new fallen dew bring moistness to them once again. And as I reach into the darkness, I embrace all the memories of him I have.

And silently….I drift to sleep.