Restoration
Christine Kansanback She remembered his anniversary Early in the morning, just as the fire Eye of the sun on the horizon winked, And it glanced sluggishly around at the World before it. The sun’s gaze adorned the Landscape in rose and gold before the true Colors burst out of the prison of night. The leafy sentinels stretched as they were Aroused from their enchanted state; then they Strained their arms toward the misty rays. Fallen rainbows were still alive in the Dainty flowers that now scattered the hill, Shyly tilting their blushing faces as The growing warmth gently caressed them, and Slivers of emerald quivered and sparkled When dew droplets lusciously rolled down their Backs. It was a day for life and living. He languidly lounged at the base of a Guardian oak and listened as the tree Whispered knowingly to him through the breeze. He noticed her when she came, and he was Enthralled. Nearby, the faithful boulder that Bore the scars of his life reminded him Of the meaning today would bring, for he Had waited for years for what was about To transpire. The plethora of doubts Melted into oblivion at the Sight of her. His spirit sang, and his soul Quickened. He had not seen her since a year Before his first anniversary. A Smile played around his lips, for she did not Have the purposeful stride that she once did, Nor the red fire in her hair. He had loved To watch it dance and lick her face when she Wore it loose, and free, and a naughty breeze Captured it. Now the wind toyed with only His shadow since she now wore her hair pinned Severely on her head. Memories of Her china skin still plagued his mind, and from This torment, he learned the trade. She shuffled Across the lush lawn with exhaustion close Behind. No matter, for it was such a Lovely place. She desired to build a home There where she could revive her weary Bones. Perhaps someday soon, she thought. The time Passed and she finally reached the cold stone Where she could sit in comfort. She was not Surprised by the intensity of her Fatigue as she struggled to catch her breath, Her chest heaving with effort. She inhaled Deeply as she stared at the rough knot in The bark above the oak. After some time She stood and studied the old, weathered stone, Sighing as grief overwhelmed her heart. She Held her own piece of the rainbow in her Hand. Creaking like a rusty hinge, she stooped To offer it like a sacrifice to The hardened earth. Rain fell from her eyes and Drowned the rock in love as she briefly pressed Her lips to its craggy, wizened surface. She braced against it and pulled herself to Her feet and began the long shamble from Whence she came. She said not a word to him. He stood in silence as he watched her leave. He approached the boulder, and he threaded His fingers through her fragile blessing. She Had not said a word to him; she spoke with Her tears. It was sufficient for him now. She would come again soon to be with him. He had mastered patience. It is only A matter of time, he thought as he smiled, Shimmered, and faded as the flow of the Showers that came from heaven consumed him. |