Revelation to The Mute Prophet

Episode 56

He was summer, I was winter. There has always been a season between us. But I have always looked through the heart of spring to see him. He was sheltering from burning heat of the sun in shades of his solitude. I was sheltering from merciless winds of winter in a cave, also in solitude. His life was my revelation, yet I felt so invisible behind his back. When I awoke on another deserted side, I have known he looked in the heart of bare trees of autumn to see me. However, I was only a faint image and not a revelation. I finally got to land on his window as part of my condemnation. Asking of him to pet was of no use. All my croaking meant nothing but a malicious noise. Croaking was my only way to tell him I was the faint spirit of winter he saw behind his back. In my life he was my distant revelation. In my death he became my torture. In my awakening, the purest of revelation came the mute prophet that I am and said it was time to bid my summer farewell. And hence, it came to an end.