With the fires burning today, there is not too much known about the combs that fall to the floor of the forests where they reside. Actually the seeds are released and free to regenerate because of the fires. So the journey of the redwood tree will continue as mother nature has provided.
A stranger among familiar faces. His return was celebrated by all. Surface, he was the same. None ever looked in his eyes. Ignored the wounds from his travels. He was distant. Estranged from his former life.
What happened to my friend? What did he see? Did he leave something behind? Or was it taken from him?
Danger be the man who bleeds the plights of men of myth. Don't you know that even Troy fell? I do not throw pebbles at your window in the night. My eyes: yellow, unclouded; mead and flowers drip thick from my words: banal and intoxicating. Poppies blooming wild on timeworn cheeks, Wine-dark hair in disarray. Perhaps I have read too much into the man who has read it all. And perhaps he is only sea-mist mirage cursed to appear an Adonis.
I made the ocean so that you would cross it. It is only in this forced distance that I am allowed to transcend this plain world; in which I am bound to book and you are bound to her. Because in a land of gods and monsters it seems not so strange that I am the other woman. Clever sorceress who loves and lets you leave, and with whom you know you might have stayed forever.
Sail far, far away from me.
sail far, far away from me, storied king, favored by the gods