…lame to the edges of time,
and she began to breathe eternity.
She drifted past sacred moments:
the creaking of the oars on the lake,
the wingbeats of the white egret taking flight,
the crack of a branch in the stillness
and silence of the winter woods,
the fairy joy of the dancing waves.
The everlasting moments
slowly quieted and stilled.
They listened to the lingering lament
of the leaves outside.
She squeezed his hand:
“Do not …