There was a day that I started to think I had done nothing of worth.
Nothing that would have any meaning once I’d left the earth.
I spent many sleepless nights wondering about what to do.
To make it so my life had meaning when everything was done.
But I didn’t have a single skill that could help me,
Not one I could use to make or change this world in some way.
I’d spent all my life reading, about journeys past.
And so the only solution I could come to was to leave my home,
To find some meaning, somewhere.
“When I leave, don’t dream of me.”
She said in a breathy whisper,
As though I had such fine control of my feelings.
“I know you’ll be fine,”
She was right.
I will be.
I am always stronger.
But that’s never the point.
“I hope you understand,”
The tree said at last.
“Thousands of years separate us.”
But the meaning of those words were lost on me.
Looking back I should have asked,
Why it even mattered.
“I dream of all things,
And all those things,
But not everything has meaning,
And yet in the minds of humans,
There is no difference.”
Now lest you think my journey,
Ends in such a way,
I can assure you,
Your eyes do not lead you astray.
A sound echoed out,
Like a bolt of lightning,
And the dogs,
Like dust before a storm.
I looked up,
To see who had saved me,
And to my surprise,
Saw the most beautiful women,
I have ever seen in my life.
“I just thought of something,”
She said after the long silence echoed in my head.
“Why am I here, right now, when the world is so large?”
After we parted ways that day,
I would never see her again,
But I will always remember,
Those final words she said.
As I live my reclusive life.
My brilliant strategy was quickly formed,
To distract and deceive would be my goal,
I picked up a rock that lay nearby,
And with a swift pitch let it fly.
The Starlight Wolves looked away,
Their natural born instincts leading them astray.
And then I chose a gap in their number,
And ran through it.
They didn’t have much time to react,
But react they did,
bitting at my heel as I flew by,
Forcing me to greet the Earth with my face.
Bearing me down,
I was in trouble,
That much was sound.
I turned to run,
But those glowing blue eyes,
Barred my way behind,
And both sides.
I would have to use my brilliant mind,
to come up with some strategy,
To escape and confound.
The moonless night,
I walk alone,
The dark marks the start Of the Journey.
The Path to take,
I must start alone,
It’s meaning is the point of the journey.
But I dream,
That I might find,
Someone to share in this journey.
So what I seek,
Along this Path,
Will in it’s knowing have meaning?
I scoffed at the merchant and walked away,
What right did he have to judge my readiness,
For an adventure and meaning,
Beyond the safety of my front door.
So I kept on my way,
Not caring to make much hay,
About how quickly the road had become empty.
Such was the way my journey would go.
For when I found the care to look around,
I noted the sun was setting,
And glowing beast were starting to surround,
Glowing wolves made of yellow starlight and sapphire eyes.
With me I had a weapon, a sword from my families vault.
I didn’t know how to use it,
But I hadn’t yet figured that out.
My head was filled with hopes and dreams,
Almost ran into a merchants cart, honestly.
“Watch where your going, you idget,” he swore.
“I have far to many important things to export.
I apologized to the man, and explained I was on a quest.
His only response at first was to raise his eyebrow in judgment.
“There are far to many monsters out here,
For an ordinary man like you,
To dream of adventures,
That life can’t be for you.”