Lost like my dreams

Posted on 25 Jul 2023 @ 2:07pm by Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim

416 words; about a 2 minute read

"Computer open personal log Allyndra illm Warraquim."

[Log is open]

On an Autumn night, I sit in the garden watching the ringlight bathe in the gentle swells of the ocean. The Olat'he is blooming all around, the aroma fills the air with a delicate scent, and the blossoms are like snowflakes dusting the trees.
I sit with my book, my only companion, as my husband, an artist, has gone on to the gods. I have only my tears and this book to fill the lonely nights and dreams of what might have been.
At one time, I had dreams, and one of those dreams had been to marry a young man who loved music and poetry as much as I did. It was not to be. An accident or something from the gods caused me to loose him.
The breeze shifts, bringing the scent of the flowers like an aroma out of heaven, but it does not still the tears that streak my face and dampen the blue silk of my gown. I hear the small sounds of voices of husbands and wives, lovers and friends as they cruise on the river. Each boat with a lantern appears like fireflies as they ply the river. Oh, how I wish I could be there like them, with the sound of gaiety or the soothing whisper of a lover.
Again, the breeze touches the flowers and brings the delicate aroma, and I find my voice. Soon a tune comes from nowhere, the notes humming as if a sudden splatter of rain. They harmony like pearls falling onto a jade bowl. I cease the song that has come to my throat.
“An encore, please!” Several voices call out. I see the boats have gathered, and the people are there. “Sing the song of the Olat'he flower once again and how you long to give it to the one you love.” The voices urge again.
I use a sleeve to remove the tears spilling from my eyes and nod respectfully to the people gathered in the boats, their faces upturned in the moonlight, shining with expectation matching in beauty the delicate blossoms. Once more, I lift my voice, and like the water gushing in the springtime, the song comes forth again.
I know none shall remember my grief, my loneliness as I sing this simple song. It shall fade away like the beautiful blossoms to be lost to another season, forgotten like my dreams.

Computer closer log."

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