~~Only Memories~~

- Isilmë

Hope,
held dear.
Few now pace,
this forest floor,
that recall her grace.

Love,
still deep,
flows within,
my old bent limbs,
heart yearns for her smile.

Dreams,
grown old
with lost years.
I hold them tight,
soon they too will fade.

Time,
flows on,
never slows.
Like my footsteps,
as I search for her.

Peace,
fills me,
as night falls.
Wandlimb greets me,
by last Garden wall.