Yohnah

Emerald - her steps were covered
This path that leads to an end never desired -

It is bending, in a mind's eye quickly unfolding,
And her memories are pressing -

Like a young boy's lips against glass,
Smiling in, a joy not so long ago.

He's calling to her now,
Saying her name so loudly through silent air

And with a last chance to run away from this path now,
her heart is unsure where he is hiding now -

His call and laugh are so silent now

And her mother's sad eyes -
They're looking at her

Those same hands are upon her,
Steadying her step, Repairing her fall,

Emerald, his robes are dancing
Emerald, another world another time