In the Essence

I have seen too much to turn away
from the blemishes and the blisters of this.

I have told the walls around me of my grand schemes toward resolution and was met, as always, with silence.

I have professed a love, deep and sincere, to the untouchable mists of dream,

to the unimagined,

the lost wisdoms of ages past
where once I walked with her.

And gently,

as the softest summer breeze,
was touched by her whisper.

I hear it now once more.

It beckons me,

wordless and complete.

Consumed,
I comply without question.