Head in hands, motionless
Soft wind blows off what's left of his
Smoldering. Then a warm
Humming – is it inside him?
Now on his feet he is drawn by the sound down to a lightly worn path
Humming gives way to a ring as he nears this gentle waterfall. Then:
Wading the shallows, a woman in a gown of crystal red
She's spellbound
Her hands hold light
And bend it to her will
A wave, a flood
Combined, dispersed
This sight has just begun...
He had been hiding, (but) now she can see him, enthralled
Shares her gift:
Their hands hold light
Azure and emerald
He feels a hope
A thread of a world unseen
