Yernasia

Yernasia

   Out of the blue. Oh my love for you... Curiouser and curiouser I grew and grew. Led me back to and through. My appreciation for, of, to, and by every truth and every lie, there was always glowing in the trees another wish another dream. I chose with great painful Glee to lovingly endure each part of me. Like the sprout inevitably breaking Free and growing from the shell that had housed this seed. Don't leave me, don't leave, I would whisper between Howls of the most painfully beautiful growth. For the only part of tree and leaf that grows from its own self once is the encasing that held it in its first moment... before blossom before Bloom before even it's reoccurring living wake of death and rebirth... There was and always will be Yernasia. Allowing the splitting of self, ever knowing the growing from within is where they begin and end. 

What love, what strength, what loving courage. As I whispered his name I knew he was gone and I would never be alone. Oh yarnasia, my path home. For time nor distance could not separate growth from the inevitable growing of a seed. so loved, so cherished, so supported to leave its case and find, through the darkened unknown of its own light, to break through and Bloom... Soon Yernasia… soon I shall flower into the beauty you imagined for me. For the spring came early and death had no hold on our original love. The surface wasn't even the start, it was only the first glimpse of an eternal spark already created and on its way to meet itself in the golden light. The light that each passing morning shall always remind me of you, and this miraculous knowledge that dreams truly do come true in wonderful shapes and colors and smells and dressed in the angels of heavens and hells.