my Mentor, my Guide
The travels and travails of Dreamseeker
had led him to a vast and immense forest
thick with undergrowth
trees blocking out the sun
Dreamseeker stood at the edge of this forest
fear gripping his stomach
palms sweaty, breath shortening, gasping
mouth drying and bowels clenching
The forest beckoned
its blackness beguiling
intriguing Dreamseeker
seducing him with her mysteries
He gazed left at the shrinking sky
craving a sign in the growing darkness
Dreamseeker found no clue
no thought to guide him
Dreamseeker then gazed right and saw her
he immediately felt her wisdom
her aura betrayed her trust
beckoning him into the trees
Dreamseeker had found his mentor, his guide
for Carlos, his don Juan
revealing his journey, overcoming his pen
for Paul his Ananias
restoring his sight, healing his persecution
Dreamseeker exhausted himself
his trek with his mentor, his guide circuitous
his continuous struggle to separate
the trees from the forest
Together, they fought through the brush
stumbling into a sudden clearing
Dreamseeker suddenly blinded by walls of fire
its thick smoke sifting through the trees
Dreamseeker cried out to his mentor, his guide
what did it mean?
the fire so hot
so burning through him
unable to see the one he had left behind
A child quivering with fear, ashen
abandoned, but by whom?
sought Dreamseeker with pleading eyes
and outstretched arms
What do I do my mentor, my guide?
how do I comfort this child?
does he become me or should he be me?
Dreamseeker asked, searching her eyes
But his mentor, his guide stretched out her arms
embracing Dreamseeker for the last time
targeting her gaze beyond the horizon
to future paths, to untold destinations
Our time has come for us to depart, to pursue separate ways
for my time with you is done
I give you strength to follow your paths, to find your dreams
as I will continue to follow and find mine
And Dreamseeker saw his beloved mentor, his treasured guide
fade into the mists of the undergrowth
while soaring into the light hovering above
he vowed to separate the forest from the trees
hoping, praying, that someday to again cross her path
his mentor, his guide
again…
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