To an Aragorn
Dedicated to Francis Pedraza
Some stone I was within a sea
Drowning, sinking, no longer me.
Your hand, lief within the divine King’s,
Reached into my deep, somber scene.
The Man awoke alone among an endless field of evergreen grass. He breathed in, the air as refreshing as water. Spring warmth hugged his skin. Curious, he stood to his feet, held his hand over his brow, and scanned the area. As he turned around, the Man’s smile fell apart as realized what lay…