One
He is Mage with ancient crystal scythe before him ...
He gazes through the crystal ... to recover the trail of imagination ...
To venture through the pinpoint of crystal light ...
Into the lost skies of lighter frequency and universal meaning.
For he resides in realms too minuscule ... too heavy for him to handle.
He is the impatient child,
He is the lost light in the dark cavern ... the fire fly with no efflorescence
Somehow he must rekindle and recover his way.
Two
Beyond, he stands on the midnight cliff top,
The wild wind rustles through his hair ...
He is waiting ...waiting for the morning
Watching the stars ... seeing the comets cross the horizon
He has knowledge ... wisdom gained through decades of dedication ...
He is a lone traveller ... insights dictating his road ...
Before him now is the bright summer sun ...
He stands amid buildings of white reflecting the sunlight ...
One stands before him with outstretched hands ...
On his lips are words of disaster ...
Together they pass through an invisible threshold
Into a world of vegetation ... a world of morning rain and little life
A primeval world ... towards a domed structure shining in the sunlight ...
Surrounded then by beings smaller than he ... bright lights bouncing off walls
He is sitting ... he is feeling despair ... he is leaving that world ...
Returning to another time ... through another hidden threshold
He stands amid a silent place of study ... by the attire it is a monastery
He is dressed in simple gown of white ... he is master ... he is wise
Many students flock to stand before him ... he is speaking with compassion
Foretelling times when flood waters recede ... telling of dark times ...
Beyond which he knows there will be a time of light ...
And he answers one who asks if he will witness such times ..
He tells them all that they must surely volunteer to be within mankind ...
To be as light houses during such desperate times.
A gaze at the crystal scythe and he returns to his mortal form
Distracted by the demands of the human world .... feeling useless, feeling tortured,
Feeling lost, lacking in direction, wishing he could believe the images his imagination shows
For he is in the grip of a negative poison ... a severe spell of doubt ...
He fails to reconnect with his higher self because of the surroundings he finds himself within.
But he knows the steps to take and he knows the place to venture too ...
He gleans he bears the answers ... a light which will shine when it is meant ...
His spirit too powerful to be denied ... for the proof has been mighty ... it cannot be forgotten
Seemingly, truly he is in hiding ... he is gathering his energy as is the ancient way of things.
Boldly thus he must remain in control of his sanity and remain resolute for now.
Four
A further glance at the crystal and he sees a place ... he spies a crashing wave
He stands invisible on an unknown shore ... perhaps he witnesses a time without form
He gazes across at a peninsula ... a seaside town with trawlers and trailing gulls
There is sadness in his essence ... for he is no longer a part of that world ...
He realises then he is powerless to prevent the turning tide
His time on earth is always fleeting and in that time he must experience all he can
They are such precious, special times ... always he learns so much
He senses thus his time is maybe short now ... with so much still to endure ...
Written by Matthew James Friday, 4 February 2005
