It is said that I am born of stardust and the sea ...
And that is true ... as far as it goes ... which is not nearly far enough.
For the realm of my birth is not even of your dimension whose air would be death for you to breathe.
I allow mortals to call me Meilori Shinseen,
for that is as close as your vocal chords can come to my true name.
You quicksilver humans flicker and are gone like inconsequential fire-flies in the night.
I have left so many pieces of myself with each passing eon that I feel hollow inside.
Heat-caressed deserts soon become ice fields.
Chasms fill and bristle with green forests.
Everything seems so very transitory.
Nothing remains for long. I am afraid to touch things now.
They might be but smoke, and my hand will go right on through them, touching ...
The God at whom you mortals now scoff .
Or would I touch the nothing that my life has become?
I look back at the long vista of my life, hinting of fire and violet --
the winds of its passing mourning the grieving skies above me.
My blue-frosted footsteps standing out like frozen music ...
A music which thawed when first I met my Samuel in what you foolishly call Ancient Egypt.
My sister's treachery took him from me then. But now he is returned to me.
And I, who have given cause for icy fear to so many, now feel it myself,
for I sense death reaching out to snatch him from me again.
Thus does Life repay those who take her too lightly.
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I listened to this tune over and over during the sleepless nights
while I recovered from my burns after my home
went up in flames