Recall

Recall (or, he who was) Recall! Recall! Recall! The wind says to the man, Recall! Recall! Recall! Or catch us if you can. A bridge of rock basalt Far in the distance seemed, The man no time could tell How long it was he dreamed. From laying on the sand and grit and pebbles cold, Each motion dark and thin- each dune a micro fold. The sound of water like liquescent satin; pass by the ancient relic like amber waves of glass. Recall! Recall! Recall! A bird flies down to rest Recall! Recall! Recall! Upon his heaving chest. A look of stony doubt etched like a secret glyph, his eyes from down upturn onto the resting sylph. Recall! the nestling choked, and bubbled out thick blood. Recall? replied the man thus lifted from the mud. The man's features were revealed in an isotopic quirk: the introspective look, eyes darkened by the Murk. Recall! Recall! Recall! memory from the forge. Recall! Recall! Recall! fly out the couloir gorge! Then, as an image burnt into familiar skin, a sun haired slender flame was recalled back to him. Emotion's hot deluge a voice of fire seethed: "My love! How far away . . ." were the last words he breathed. The moon so gilded over, the night, its silvered dawn; for in an instant, she was recalled, but Fortune hastened on.