Scribe’s written prelude to what is to come...*


Soon today shall be marked yesterday,


But our locked hands have known forever


In the mortality of this moment.




This is the past to come we shall hide,


But I will have impressed within me


The grains of your hair,


The light darkness of your eyes,


The story of your face


And the firmness of your hands to mine.




Called for is the spell of forgetting


But more enchanting


Are the whispers of remembering.


So I ask you to keep in your heart,


The safest place to hide them,


All that has to end tonight.


The feelings only us know of,


I will to materialize in words


To be the secret lines


Of our heartbeats


Attuned to this time frame


Soon to fade.




After this,


The present shall be sealed


For I shall only want to live by this memory.


To be awake with a part of me still asleep


In my last sweet evening with you.




And therefore the future remains unknown,


For it is married to the past to come.


We vision another one,


A beautiful one for us,


But we know it does not breathe here.


It will come


In the last breath we draw someday.




Hidden past.


Sealed present.


Unknown future.


Are other peoples’ guess.


No one, nothing


Can open them.


Like the sadness I will keep


Behind my eyes to smile.


Though this verse reflects that pain,


It is only half of what is inside.


Only your hands can unlock them all


Together with happiness I have known.