Promises kept

I told you that once the journey was complete things would could to pass.

I held forth onyx and jasper
It fell to the ground
I held forth a wreath made with these two hands
It withered in spirit if not in in life
I held forth leather
It went untaken

A heavy sigh filled me, miracles are not for the poets of this world.

The onyx and jasper have been ground to powder
And the embers of the wreath fueled the pyer for the leather

This dream has passed, but my promises are fullfilled.
The offer was made though no ears were there to hear it.