In the quiet of the last night on Earth,
I, unsure of what lay beyond,
Crept free of my concrete tomb
To taste the clay one last time
And dream in the open air.
I left the city gates,
Unsure in my ignorance—
We were all so young.
Creeping through the gardens in the East,
The dew bit my naked feet
And the tree-fingers latched
Onto my hair.
Ever-mindful of the dark things,
Inexperience made me cautious,
And so when I saw her
I could only sink low
Against the Earth's pregnant belly,
Silent in my wonderment.
Around and around she spun,
Dancing to the music in her head,
Unmindful of our kind's impending demise.
The wheat and the tares alike bowed
Gracefully around her;
Wrapped about me in my spellbound state.
I watched her dance all night,
Long hair whipping in the wind,
Hands and feet both fleeting;
And right before the crashing end at dawn,
She saw me.
Our eyes connected,
And we smiled.