A falling rock Within the wall Makes whats next Sound so false. A man came forth From within the wall. He grabbed my hand, And said, we must talk. A wizardly touch Of an old weathered hand. A glancing look Much of a friend. A little growl, Under the breath So quietly murmured To put it best. Walk with me He grufly said. So i walked, While he led. We stopped abruptly At the caves of three. He said softly, Which do you seek? Is it gold or truth.. Or total bliss. Maybe its quite simply, A place to rest. I finally spoke Through out this walk. I need not anything, For you answered, as you talked. He rubbed his head, And then his brow. And he couldn't grasp The hidden factor. The caves you see, Are not as they seem. Its not a choice Made by you or me. The choice is here, That i will agree. But i don't chose them, For they chose me. Then quite smugly He nodded his head. You are truly ready Thats all he said. As we went our seperate ways I slowly began To gently awake. Because you see My dearest friends. This was a guides journey, That, is the message. The End VernB030908 |