My Ninamucha

My Ninamucha

Why was sadness born from our mirth?
Your shining black hair still haunts me from that night.
Why did the spirits have to take your essence and give it to the earth?
Why did you not put up a better fight?

I am alone in the darkness that surrounds me,
No one to hold me or assure me that everything will be fine.
What has caused this situation to be?
Why are you not still alive, not still mine?

Loneliness engulfs me when the leaves start to whither and fall,
When autumn comes and I’m reminded of our meeting at the Oak tree.
Some days I find myself standing at the edge of a cliff,
where my name you used to call.
Is it the memory of you or my restless spirit that I need to free?

It is raining outside the cabin where we used to spend so many days.
The raindrops fall into the lake that, for so many weeks, seem to remain tranquil.
It will never be the same without you, not even in the slightest of ways.
Feather, our little duckling, still asks where you are every time he opens his bill.

I can hear when nature misses you,
I hear it in the wind that blows,
Endlessly singing its song to bring glory to your memory.
With each day still, my love for you eternally grows,
The thought of you still supplies me with an abundance of energy.

In a few weeks from now snow will start to fall, bringing its beauty to the world,
I loved to watch you running in the snow, forever moving so fluently in the cold.
Maybe someday the secret of life and its mystery will be unfurled,
Who knows what life will bring, maybe I shall be with you soon,
will death be so bold?

We shall be together again, my Ninamucha.
We have been kept apart for far too long.
Till we meet again in a far off and much better place, my love,
Where I look forward to once again hearing your beautiful song.

Johan Mells