I twirl a rose,

A blood red rose,

Between my fingers.

Looking into the sky,

That black, cold sky.

Searching for the worlds between the clouds.

The Plain of Dreams,

The Isle of Prophecy,

And the Mountains of Wishing Outcasts

But I just can't see them.

All I see are bright glowing pearls,

Weaved within black silk

A small sapphire tear runs down my cheek.

A tear of grief breaking loose.

So small, Yet so noticeable.

My friend, my savior,

Her jade eyes watch

As several tears slid down my face.

"You'll see him again."

Giving up her shoulder,

I give my tears

I spill my troubles

My worries, my pain

On her lap, To whom I call friend.

But her advice says the same.

"You will see him again."

It matters not, if tomorrow nor three years from now.

"You will see him again."

Her words give me hope

A shining beacon in my heart.

I will see him.

Some way, I will

Somehow I will

Someday...I will

Tears brought forth

Reminiscing good times

About mountains,

Misty blue mountains.

And giant forests,

Filled with life within.

And the beautiful sea,

And of luscious fields of tall grass.

I raise my puffy red eyes to my friend, my savior,

And smile my thanks of comfort.

We'll be together...as Fate promised.