September 2nd 2007

September 2^nd 2007 - Awoke this morning with a feeling of relief and satisfaction, but sadness sank above my head like a cloud on a stubborn gloomy day.  Packing and preparations are done for a new life in a new place.  He and I are sitting in the middle of the forest, simply enjoying one another's presence.  I had brought the food for our picnic but he still seemed distraught.  My love had planned on writing and playing a piece of music for me before our depart but he was yet to put the finishing touches on his work - I could care less, his comfort and the sweetness of the day were enough for me, for that moment.  Crickets are humming, birds chirping, and the sound of the wind against the trees brings great serenity - not enough to ease my troubles.  We walk to the south side of the forest towards our favourite spot to sit on days like today, the flowers and trees of fall were painted beautiful colours around us.  As we rounded the bend the trees and flowers seemed more mute than before, the wind had stopped blowing the branches were silent - the ones that were still there.  The selfish man of today had destroyed the beauty we knew and loved - the pines, oaks, maples, all the trees were fallen wood, a new clearing in the forest.  I felt lost even though I knew the paths around me and couldn't help but wonder if the clearing of my, our trees meant something more.  Could it mirror what the future would behold?  I looked to the sky, to heaven and prayed it would not be so.  I felt like a stranger in my own backyard beside the man I loved - why change?  We took a different path, towards the lake this time.  The moon glowing so bright now - just enough light to show the softness of his skin, the beauty of his smile and the waves reflecting in his perfect eyes.  Is this real? I feel as though I am drifting through this life, like it is one big dream.  We return home, back to where we will say our goodbyes - back to reality, life again.  A letter awaits us both from our dearest friend, he wishes me good luck out at my new home and offers a shoulder to lean on for my love.  He sings me his latest song before I go, his voice so soothing.  My hear t is so heavy to let him go, to let this life go.  As I leave I see many new places all with pines, oaks and maples I realize new beginnings can start with old endings.  Nothing lasts forever, but new life can grow from old life.  I will see him again one day, and it will not only be in my dreams.