She recklessly stepped into the unbounded mist,
trampling the dewy grass with her bare feet.
Her face collided with the damp fog,
and the breeze blew into the distance...
...the burdens of her heart.
She felt in the morning air the same
coldness
coldness
that ruled her heart.
No longer did she live with a clouded soul
in a world of heat and sun,
but at last ran freely in the autumn that resembled the weather inside.
Her heart began to dissolve into mere r
a
i
n
d
r
o
p
s,
a
i
n
d
r
o
p
s,
Her voice commingled to the whispers of the wind,
as she prepared to merge with the elements of nature and
as she prepared to merge with the elements of nature and
fade...
...like an unspoken thought.
Oblivion seemed like the easiest path and death
the sweetest,
that engraved her escape from a world where...
...(she did not belong).
But then she heard her name, echoing in the mountains;
its fierceness piercing the ice in the air,
its tenderness...
...breaking the ice of her heart.
And there in the mist she saw
him,
unshaken by the wind,
unwavering from the cold.
She did not recognize his face as he walked closer,
but
he
knew
her
name
and uttered it once more,
and
it
glided through the vast distance between their eyes.
She felt that she had always known him,
as if
time and space
were mere illusions,
as if
love
traveled faster than
light,
as if
she had been
his
before
she was even conceived,
as if
he
had called
her
before she even had
a name.
Face to face they now stood, and her name
once more
echoed
in the mountains.
His love was fierce – surely it would not let her surrender to oblivion
and fade from a world
and fade from a world
where
his
love
dwelt.
He gripped her in his gaze
and held
her hand.
His smile concealed the matter:
she was unspoken no more...
...because he spoke her.
