• It was early morning, the time of mourning, and just
    beyond the midnight mist were rays of amethyst, as
    Night's chill was swept away. I divested myself of
    a blanket of clouds and descended thus unto Earth.

    Seized by a southerly wind I relinquished my despair,
    and overheard incantations whispered by Nature,
    summoning inspiration in me of which empowers
    the musician and emboldens the philosopher.

    "O, mother dearest, where is my father, and does he
    forever wish to remain anonymous to my eyes," were
    the words I agonized over in steady, incessant
    contemplation to no avail for mother forged not ears,

    but, to my unsurpassable surprise, she immediately
    replied with a caress of my breast and pulse of my heart.
    Awareness consumed me thereafter; I thought my father
    presented himself to me, and silent acceptance reigned.

    "Father!," cried I, "it is now that I beseech you, in my
    time of sonly need; I thought you had forsaken me, but
    manifest it has become that this was not so: I ask
    you, if I should cease to speak henceforth, how to live life with

    honor, and why life is worth living when all crumbles to dust."
    Once more, the response permitted to my understanding was
    immediate, precise, and articulate without need
    for word or gesticulation, and an immense abyss prevailed.

    Illusion diffused and weakened before I realized I was
    merely whispering into the wind, and as the sun set I wept
    my heart into the amber waves of the dimly lit ocean,
    urging Tomorrow to keep safe my inexorable question.