Sail the blue seas,
Sail the lush lands,
Over mountains.
And past barren bare sands.

A flute blows
Soft but distinct
Its notes piercing the
Still evening air.

The moon rises,
The fireflies dance
The creatures of the night wake
As the flute sings into the night.

The river gurgles down the valley
The reflection of the moon, gleaming in the deep waters,
And as the fairies of the night awaken
The music travels into the calm.

The crickets stop chirping
As soft feet pad into the grassy banks.
A small shadow passes the nocturnal
Creatures of the night.

Passion flows out of the flute
Played by a young elf lad.
His eyes remain closed
But his ears prick up at the approach of the figure.

Her cloak brushes the grass softly
Her strides were elegantly small, but purposeful
The world around her glowed
As she quietly walked towards the elf.

He paid no attention to her
But his heart beat faster,
She seated herself at the bank of the river
And listened to the young elf play.

The crickets chirped once more
And the wind changed its direction
Towards the two elves
Seated by the river on the night of the endless love.

The male elf’s notes grew softer
Until they faded away
The elves kept their gazes lowered
Both lost in thought in their own worlds.

They raced back to the past
The glory day…by the white waterfalls
And eternal blue skies
Above the towering green mountains.

They thought of the tale that would have been,
The tale of their eternal love
Which awoke memories
Both painful and pleasant.

A smile lit their lips
As the wind danced with their hair
Blowing gently against their carved sharp features
On the night of their endless memories.

Their gazes met
But they looked away
Unsure of what lay
Beyond that moment.

Uncertainty enveloped them
What would the future hold?
Futile memories of the past?
Will their cries ever be answered?

Their minds whispered to each other
As the elves exchanged silent conversation
Will their love be forgotten?
Only time will tell…only time will tell…