A dark brown leather-bound journal with tan stitching around part of the front cover. A similarly-colored, flat leather cord is wrapped horizontally around the journal two times and secured around a polished yellow jasper button closure.
Text to the side reads: Excerpts from the field journal of Efret Farr ~ Poems to a druid
Text to the side reads: Excerpts from the field journal of Efret Farr ~ Poems to a druid
"Of Pine, Fungus & Light"
written after the thread Of Pine, Fungus, and Light
of pine, fungus & light
I've counted thrice—that supposed lucky number—
but I can't find my composure.
That's the only equipment the desert seemed to disencumber
me after a displaced a Genetian sun caught me in his direct exposure.
Perhaps you took it home
to display alongside the fossil we found.
Perhaps you'll let it grow there honeycomb
so that we may always be somehow bound.
I've counted thrice—that supposed lucky number—
but I can't find my composure.
That's the only equipment the desert seemed to disencumber
me after a displaced a Genetian sun caught me in his direct exposure.
Perhaps you took it home
to display alongside the fossil we found.
Perhaps you'll let it grow there honeycomb
so that we may always be somehow bound.
"Amberine"
written during the thread Report: Elias Edo
amberine
When I first saw it, spinning the sunlight into more gold,
I thought of you.
Do you even know the power your eyes hold?
They pull love bit by bit from my heart until I'm see-through.
My favorite sweater is knit from that twine,
but you wouldn't know,
because I didn't wear it out soon enough—but I promise everyday I admire the hemline
and bask in your sun's afterglow.
When I first saw it, spinning the sunlight into more gold,
I thought of you.
Do you even know the power your eyes hold?
They pull love bit by bit from my heart until I'm see-through.
My favorite sweater is knit from that twine,
but you wouldn't know,
because I didn't wear it out soon enough—but I promise everyday I admire the hemline
and bask in your sun's afterglow.
"Untitled"
written after the thread Negotiations Got Aggressive
I used to wonder why
I lost vision and clarity in my eye,
but now I know the answer I lost at Theed:
You're the only sense that I need
and I would forego much more to have you guaranteed
to me that my world could again amplify.
But all I have is the memory of a goodbye
and I again wonder why.
I lost vision and clarity in my eye,
but now I know the answer I lost at Theed:
You're the only sense that I need
and I would forego much more to have you guaranteed
to me that my world could again amplify.
But all I have is the memory of a goodbye
and I again wonder why.
