| Boy, who are you that dreams the dreams of a lonely wind, lost and sobbing as it nears its end with none but the stars to tell its tale? |
| You waste your breath asking simply of me for I am nothing. My eyes see nothing but darkness and my heart has grown as cold as the chill with which I sleep. |
| But I see you now as clear as I did when the memory was real. Your green eyes drank so deeply from what stood around you. I could see the trees, the flowers and even a sky of the most brilliant blue in your shining face. The wind lifted you with gentle arms when you ran through the land that nature seemed to have created for you alone. You shouted so lovingly at the sky. You smiled at the flowers and the smiles came from the deepest and most hidden part of your heart. You sang to the wind itself with a voice that came from the pure joy of a child realising a life-long dream. You danced with the crimson clouds at sunset. |
| What you have stated is no more. What you have implied never was. The trees serve no purpose but to clean the air which you and I cannot see and to serve as shelter which a steel cage could provide. The flowers are simple signs that attract mindless insects to a plant in order to allow it to create more of itself. The brightly coloured petals blacken and fall when their service is no longer required. Only to litter the forest floor and shelter the bugs which you and I shoo away so often and so carelessly. The brilliant sky of which you speak is made only of transparent gasses. The wind is only the result of changing pressures which we do not notice. The clouds at sunset are a fragment of broken light bouncing off thousands of tiny drops of water which is a liquid formed by the bonding of two simple elements. There is nothing so emotionally spectacular about the place which your memory contains. It is the memory itself that is contaminated. You speak of me dancing with the crimson clouds at sunset. Remember that later I danced with fate. |
| You live still in the memory of those who knew you. Your spirit still runs through the place where pieces of golden sunlight flutter carelessly between the strong boughs of the mighty trees. Your laughter still echoes where the wild flowers flourish. If in nothing else you will live forever in my eyes and my mind. I will still see you dance with crimson clouds and remember your joyful song. I will clear a space in my heart and carry you there eternally. |
| You are a fool. The past can never return. What was is now gone. What is gone can never exist as it was. I can never exist. You will remember me, yes, but how can a memory be real? It is but a shadow. It has no life, no substance and no purpose. What meaning can it hold except a futile longing for what does not exist? |
| In my heart you exist as if you were physically here with me. The meaning you hold is deeper than words could ever express. |
| You have a vivid imagination. But that is all it is. It is all I am. My bones have long since become one with the dust. |
| You do not see the feelings of others. You keep trying to explain them away like a dark dream. How can you understand the fact that I love you? |
| I am the dead. You are the living. You exist. Forget what does not. Forget me. |
| No. |
