Aquamarine

Of times where we never knew right and wrong
The calendar pages ripped away all night long
Knotting around days we'd never known
As we recognize the dark seeds we've sown

I stood there at the beachhead.
No sadness, no signs of dread.

Casting my topaz eyes out at the cascade.
I close them in remembrance of your aid.
Blessing the soreness with purifying hold.
A soothing feeling regrettably never growing old.

I've seen the source and held it in my arms.
And it blasts my senses like no other alarm.

I woke up in a daze the very morning after the storm.
My twig-like digits ran through brown locks of dragonborn.
Whether they were mine or not, I cannot remember.
The last time was only back in yesteryear's November.

The Autumn wind briskly noted the trees' apathy.
Whence humanity looked at nature with sympathy.

When tragedy strikes, the senses are very attuned.
Tears hit the floor, light on fire, and life is resumed.
Ultimately I come back to the bittersweet reality that binds my hands.
With something to live for, I join yours and escort you to the holy lands.