In memory of Leonard and Gaylene
I was standing behind the red velvet curtains, of the great portal
From there all of the dead new city could be beheld I heard Kristin say
She may love you still, my friend She may love you till there are stars no more She may love you longer than forever She may never forgive or forget.
It was you, after all, remember, that asked her to leave.
Kristin had said to much :
I thought, turning, I encountered Leonard’s eyes, as he smiled
Trying hard to fight the tears, that never fell. I returned his smile, my own fear swelling inside – her words cutting through, I hoped it would ease his pain.
Knowing nothing, save death. In her arms, would do, Kristin interrupted my thoughts, to remind me – not always in death, is there freedom, from the pain love can leave at it’s going Her eyes, reaching through my defensive’s, penetrating into locked memories.
How quickly you, are here, beside me.
She was leaving the crystal hall when she stopped without turning to see his face, and said, some here are forever Leonard
I wanted to scream, for him – for me – for Kristin’s wit to sharp at times.
Ten thousand year’s later ;
Leonard would be flying in man’s bird, to what is now the Ivory coast – some called it, Abidjan, once, we knew it as Zatila, they all went down.
That dam jungle, that awful place Kristin whispered silently
We all went;
Perhaps one of us would find him. Perhaps he would not choose
Thoth’s touch, to ours surely.
We d spot some thing my own thoughts raced back, to that evening at the Emerald Castle
We found the wreckage, and accounted for all;
How ever no trace of Leonard was among them –
Oh, my, Kristin’s voice broke the stillness of the night, It was
the first words, in a thousand years I’d heard pass over her lips.
And I could see why upon reaching the flight deck
Kristin”s voice holding back the horror, as she asked, is that blood ZA?
Yes my love, it is blood. The twisted steel seam to laugh at our
fear, as from outside, the other s called, they had found his sliver
Ankh, on the edge of the river.
He would never leave that Za never, It was hers’!
I know Kristin, I know.
Look at his map ZA . is that – too?
Oh my, uncontrollable now the apprehension in her voice.