Ghostwalker

A cold hand touches my cheek, but it is only wind,

the breeze that caressed us as we lay peaceful and warm

among the shadows, tangled together and guarded by stars.

In love-in a moment.

Now you walk one way and I the other, but your voice

lingers in my mind -

I hear its broken beauty shattering the stillness,

and I know I would throw my memories away

for just one moment more with you.

But all I can lose is your ring from my hand,

a kindness and a curse, and all I have left of you to touch.

Though I walk lonely into the years,

I won't let go.

I could not save you, could not find your path.

Were you too lost for salvation?

Perhaps, you would say. But, perhaps

I was the one who lost the way,

And you saved me.

— composed by Lady Arya Venkyr (1375 DR)