When I became a sorcerer, one day, the spirit told me to move West to find my wife there. I did not want to go but knew I had to. I put this in a book for her with the kids drawing. I struggled much because I abhorred the place I went to.
It is said somewhere that when a man loves a woman and wants her as his spouse, he will kneel down on one leg, look into her eyes and present her with a precious stone, a pledge of his love and devotion.
A fairy tale fabricated by man’s despair or was it simply a myth of my own imagination?
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The story of mine began as all tales begin.
On a clear night when the air was thick and in the tranquility of the sky and the moon, a storm was approaching.
And it was a beautiful day toward the end of July
A shooting star painted a streak across the dark sky.
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And no tale would have begun. But my heart grew restless, and my fixation in the horizon captivated the very essence of my being.
The wind rumbled in the corner and whispered a gentle breeze demanding the search for the light in the darkness above.
And it said: “search not the light but for love”
On the third signal when the owl broke the silence of the night
I caught the airstreams of a flock of wild geese in a precise formation flight.
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In the darkness of the night with the moon as my only companion
Beneath, shadows were racing and battling in the canyon
I pursued the falling trail as it traced beyond the scope of my solace
I followed the path of mine in which the journey became pathless
On a highest plateau, the wind bid farewell on my behalf to the land below
It softly blew west murmuring a melody only I know.
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When the moon fell asleep, and shadows were deep in the night
I reached the edge of a rainbow where the water runs and the sun shines, bright.
I noticed you then resting in the mist of rain and in the spray of colors.
The beauty of your soul instantly blinded my stare at the doors.
Healing was my broken wing
I knew without knowing
I did not get to choose you, and because I did not choose you, I could not have decided how you were going to be.
I only took what the spirit bestowed me.
No fairy tale, no precious ring can rival the chronicle of this lifetime I share with you.
