There are times, Mother, when we must sleep
And dream our lives away; but even in my dreams
You walked with me every day.

I could not forget my friends, my family or You
And walking in the dream world I realised that
My heart lies here too.

To my father on Sapience, I love you, my mother
I love, though I see her no more. To My Father
In the Garden, alwas. Eternal War.

All the friends who remembered and welcomed me
To life again. The only sadness I have, is that
I am mortal and some day this will end.

JW

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Chronos, in the year 447 AF.