The endless river stretches far to the horizon. A river of time, where melancholy, delight and nostalgia makes room for new and future memories within its depth. Every tear I have shed in joy and in sorrow through the years stands out like a sparkling diamond on the water’s surface of undeterminable color, each one more beautiful then the other. Wave after wave, the river of life flows forever on and on, never to stop, never to run out of water. It flows towards the sea, to join with the rest of my kindred and connect us all in a chain of events that springs to the very beginning of the world. But I can’t help but wonder: Is this what life has come to? Chasing memories and live in fear of what may happen tomorrow, instead of living life to its fullest?
There are so many reasons to live, to feel, to love and even hate. The greatest reason is she – the one who carries my ring while I carry hers, until the day comes when we will be joined as one until the end of time. As spring turns to summer, and summer turns to autumn, we are kept apart by challenges beyond our control. Two different hearts, yet so close to each other, like a sweet birch and the ominous, old oak on green fields. With autumn coming, the leaves will fall and our spirits wane, as is the will of life. One day is an eternity without her, and for many eternities I have dwelled here along the river, feeding of images of the past: the raven black hair, her pale, fair lips and the sweet embrace of her slender arms.
For too long have I let my memories take control over my mind. How can I just live on past memories whenever she is gone for a day or two, and being unable to move on? It cannot be this way. Day after day I mourn her absence, even though I know we will meet again soon. Time is a cruel master, and I have yet to learn, even after these long years, how to take control over it. Mourning is one thing and madness is another, and here I feel the madness taking a strong foothold in my mind. I await the rain, and when the sweet drops of emotion starts to fall from the heavens, they wash away the tears and feed them to the river, where they blend with past and future remembrances that have yet to find its place. Focusing on other parts of the river, I rapidly remember friends and family, kin and herth. How did I let all this slip my mind? Have I been so blindfolded by my love the past years, that I forget about everyone else around me?
Blind I have been; stubborn and not being in harmony with the rest of the world. May no tears stain this insight, may no cruel misconceptions cloud the abundant life that I live, and may the river of life flow forever on. I shall mourn and I shall cheer, and I will love and I will hate, I will live life to its fullest, and share the joy with others, until we are together again. Here comes the rain, and it washes all those tears and years away. A new dawn is rising, where new suns and stars shall shine down upon us all. I move towards the rising sun, with my head held high and the wind caressing my skin. I carry a spear in my right hand and a great shield that bears the image of a beautiful sailing ship in the other; on my robe rests the emblem of Loth-i-Lonnath, and it’s gleaming like a silvery flame in the sunlight.
