tonight he walked a path; a lit ,the vestibule, by stars ...
the heavens bejeweled w/ red , green, blue and white, precious stones ,
the sound of nature , comforting the silence , both liberating and welcome.
in his fatigue , having marched all night, how his thoughts might
have wondered ... he must have felt the darkness on each side of the gravel path. trees lined each side of the road. save for the sky and heavens,
he was nearly blind while walking...
then , he saw her . a flash of light . perhaps someone lost , whoever she
is , he not afraid, though his heart beat fast. she would stop and turn around motioning w/ one arm. as if to draw him forward . she looked like she was dressed in white. he could see a face but can not remember any features.
except she was beautiful beyond words and thoughts...
after many miles of this . he grew near her.he noticed the sound of the gravel
beneath his feet were not making a sound. looking down , he observed ,
dark leaves of something on the path behind this mysterious woman.
he smelled , the most fragrant roses he had ever experienced ,
unusual and familiar was this Odor. but ,had not smelled this before,
how strange he thought...
further, his eyes caught what looked like rose petals, how beautiful ,
the woman must be to have dreamt these dreams and shared them w/
the stranger. down the winding road and lit by a canopy of stars she halted.
pointing toward the heavens , he saw what she saw ,
and was drawing his attention to.
one bright star . the one star that seemed to always
be in the same place. this direction was irrefutable,
as the path went round a corner,he looked down again and could feel
his feet were becoming wet. and slipping on the stones beneath.
he looked and to his horror , and feeling great pain, realized he was
walking on the sharp thorns of rose stems. this caused the feet to bleed.
she was now gone . when He looked up , as he did see,
the path was becoming clear, beautiful, and peaceful.
the north star shorn radiant/ bright, in the sky.
his pain now gone.