Arrival on the Wind
Apr 13, 2006 5:47:19 GMT
Post by takarai on Apr 13, 2006 5:47:19 GMT
Takarai Windfall spent his last day on Uzeme wandering the intensely green wilderness, far from the imperial palace. He’d been on Uzeme for three centuries, and had ruled half the planet for most of the time, excepting the some five hundred years it took to gain that power. Normally Takarai would be dressed traditionally, probably in electric green silks to conceal himself in the forest. But he would be leaving today and wore his midnight blue traveling clothes. Roomy pants that synched at the ankles, a matching robe, and a black flax shirt. He carried a six foot black metal walking stick, and a small gunnysack over his shoulder. The forest became a little darker and a light rain began to fall. The air became alive with the scents of the forest. The rich, black earth rose up to his nostril. Takarai found the soil of these forests of Uzeme exceptionally intoxicating. Over the now uncounted centuries of his cursed life he had grown fond of esoteric tastes. He took a green bottle from his sack and took a swig from it, sat down and retrieved a pen and scroll bound in leather. He began:
Last Lines Written on Uzeme
drops fall at their own pace
the earth breaths and wiggles
its dark perfume unfurls
Perhaps I will add more later…Enjoying his last moments on Uzeme seemed far more important than poetry at the moment. If the word was his work, visceral experience was his passion. I only hope the next place has better wines. The green bottle in his back pack was the best of Uzeme, but not quite to his taste. Takarai could honestly say he had not thought of Mikimi or Myhojin even on a weekly basis. Of course, it had taken thousands of years to get here. Though for some reason the old itch was return. The vain hope that somewhere on this next planet there was means to return to his home, and to Mikimi and Myhojin. He had encountered them on other planets in the beginning, but he was sure we was steadily moving away from his home planet. In the past millennium though he hadn’t been on a planet that was remotely near the technology level that would allow space travel.
He cleared his mind and touched the large palm leaves above him. The water sprinkled down onto his robe and rolled off. He cupped one leaf and directed the water towards his pursed lips. As the first few drops cooled the tip of his tongue he felt a sudden disconnectedness. He looked towards the leaves with a slight smile as all turned to darkness. It then felt as if his body dissolved. Takarai remembered the warmth and feel asleep as he always did. He would wake up filled with vigor and body of a twenty-five year old.
Soon I'll be on my new home...
Last Lines Written on Uzeme
drops fall at their own pace
the earth breaths and wiggles
its dark perfume unfurls
Perhaps I will add more later…Enjoying his last moments on Uzeme seemed far more important than poetry at the moment. If the word was his work, visceral experience was his passion. I only hope the next place has better wines. The green bottle in his back pack was the best of Uzeme, but not quite to his taste. Takarai could honestly say he had not thought of Mikimi or Myhojin even on a weekly basis. Of course, it had taken thousands of years to get here. Though for some reason the old itch was return. The vain hope that somewhere on this next planet there was means to return to his home, and to Mikimi and Myhojin. He had encountered them on other planets in the beginning, but he was sure we was steadily moving away from his home planet. In the past millennium though he hadn’t been on a planet that was remotely near the technology level that would allow space travel.
He cleared his mind and touched the large palm leaves above him. The water sprinkled down onto his robe and rolled off. He cupped one leaf and directed the water towards his pursed lips. As the first few drops cooled the tip of his tongue he felt a sudden disconnectedness. He looked towards the leaves with a slight smile as all turned to darkness. It then felt as if his body dissolved. Takarai remembered the warmth and feel asleep as he always did. He would wake up filled with vigor and body of a twenty-five year old.
Soon I'll be on my new home...