I lean against the marble statue
With closed eyes, I slide down her form
‘til I’m sitting – and I listen to the sounds
The sounds of Leafy, our city, our secret.
No more. But was she ever?
How could children claim an entire city
As their “secret place?”
She’s different now you know – our Leafy
New and modern. Buildings. Ships. Gardens.
Countless faces I don’t know…
But beneath it all, she’s still the same.
Here at the feet of our Patron Saint, Deikailo
Here…where you gave me that first
Piece of honey cake – still warm. Soft. And spongy.
So light that it melted on my tongue…
I swear I can still smell its sweetness
And see the hopeful look in your eyes.
How I wish we were children
Falling in love for the first time
We were so innocent before, you and I.
Before the drums of war –
Their pounding rhythm wasn’t just in our ears
But in our hearts.
We fought. Together, side by side for years.
I want you to know:
Music still fills the streets
Children dance while young minstrels play
And sing sweetly to their ladies in waiting
And the ladies…their cheeks still blush.
And now – as before – the bell tolls
Announcing the final hours of eventide
So all may return home to sup with their families
And tuck in their children with tales of the Dreamweaver
You remember her, don’t you?
How could I have known she was real?
But you introduced us that night.
How you gained passage to the ethereal realm, I still don’t know,
But on your first night, you came to me.
You took me hand in hand and showed me
The domain of our Gods.
At the end of it, you kissed me
But there was no kiss…I felt nothing –
Though I wanted to!
Your ethereal lips couldn’t
Leave an impression on my corporeal ones,
And that made you cry. I cried too, in my heart.
Your tears – lit by sunlight
Like so many diamonds floating in air
Touched my heart like nothing had before
Nor will again.
You made me promise I’d return
To our secret place. I obliged.
But I wasn’t ready, so I made my way back
Here – slowly.
I walked from one city to the next telling all who would hear
Of your braveness, of your prowess in battle
One by one until you became the minstrel’s legend
Until today, at dawn, I finally passed through
The gates of Leafy, just as I promised
And sit here now holding my breath, writing this letter to you.
It’s been four hundred years since you cried and I promised,
Four hundred years and now I’m ready
I spread now your ashes about the feet of the statue and
Prayerfully sing to you
The Song of Deikailo.