I will tell you a story
One that fell into night
One sung throughout life
He came from the Valley of the Lower Shades into the Realm of Light …
He ventured over the celestial mountains until he came to the Valley of the Promise. There he found no promise made and no heart that sang in the tune with his.
Here he was told no story, he was given no dreams, so he ventured to the Oak Tree, where his love had once stood to find the darkness of his being
What mystery beheld him in darkness borne?
But he felt his depleting heart was dying in shimmering cold ice…
… so cold that the starlight above froze
He prayed to the Oak Tree with his devastated heart. He cried for an answer that would heal his heart. Suddenly, as like a dream, the Oak Tree rose from slumber deep and stretched out its hands to heaven and call for the man to follow onto the day-stream.
So the man continued skyward until he reached the City of Constellations there only to find the Sky People
… his dream was not over
… he had to continue
… but should love cost him dearly. His poor heart began to cry:
“O despair,
Despair,
how I know thee,
one that will not set me free.
O, how I thought I conquered thee.”
He carried on his journey until he reached the Valley of the Low to find but shadows
… no hope
… no sun.
His journey grew deeper into the Voids of Darkness with only will to guide him. He went in search of his sun. His purpose of being … There he met temptation, so sweet
… so sweet was its music that the words sung to his broken heart. This was a music he had not heard before, a call beyond his plight …
But with each passing second, his dying heart pained. He knew in those moments that the journey he had begun was far from over. This bout of pained moved him far from temptation before it destroyed his hope of being with his love.
… before drinking from the glass of enticement, he moved deeper into darkness …. a place most feared, a place of the alone ….
But to his amazement, he came to the opening of days; sweet rays bathed him, but not his love.
He continued unto creation, passed the golden star, night’s journey was the longest with no dreams with him there.
He came to the river that told him of his dream, the river flowing eastward, then into the Valley of Dreams sailing upon the singing river to the Isles of Chances.
He carried on into days through the Voids of Time. He came to the Amaranthine to find his love standing there. They held each other within their arms. Hope was restored and his heart was free.
His dreams were brought together via the wayward star and the river singing to his heart.
His dreams were forever and their place was in the stars.
