It all began on the path behind my parents’ house;
The one I had walked so many times,
Laced with all the greenery nature could provide,
And forever remembered as if my spouse.
On this occasion, the sun had long since set,
So I saw by the grace of the Luna in full,
Who hung sombre yet proud amidst a nocturnal tune,
And with breadcrumbs of dew ensured my path was beset.
Families of trees branched out all around,
As distant cousins curled up for the night,
It was just I and my mortal warmth,
Hoping something more from life could be found.
I looked ahead, to where the earth had dipped,
And saw it was filled with a frosty blue mist,
That swirled slowly,
And in dances flipped.
Drawing closer, I watched as shapes began to emerge,
Until a Tourmaline goddess, a spirit of nature,
Breathed into life before me,
As my emotions ran from logics verge.
But, alas, as dreams are want to do,
Through my excitement at such beauty,
I awoke to a sad calamity,
With only a memory to point to.
