I looked up at the moon and Ryee recited a poem from Persennon.

A walk in the garden with my love

And time stops, and beauty grows with her smiles

The touch of our hands makes flowers quake

But our laughter announces our well.

One more walk in our garden's sand brief,

Too brief, but memories are long now.

As my ship takes me far, as my ship takes me far

These memories sweet will color my

Sleep, will color my sleep, 'til I land.

-- from Adia, One Of Prophecy, which is in editing. Jul 5, 2024