On the Road To Vezalay Part 3
Along The Road To Avalon
The journey long and full f thought, of values gained
and lessons taught. Of what I wanted and what I had,
a quest of honour that turned so sad. I entered the
woods with a heaving heart, eight long years since the
journey start. Yet I see the trees and leaves as yesterday,
the birds sweet melody and how the fox did play. The
sun through the branches danced, blossom fell and
young deer pranced I approached where we once lay,
nought a sound as bluebells sway. I dug a trench and
broke my lance, shed my armour , dismissed its worth,
covered them with petals and finally with earth. I made
a cross from sword and hilt, the blood now gone and
free from guilt. As I knelt in prayer I felt the strangest
stare, I turned and caught the eye of a boy with golden
hair. She said you would return, the old ways you would
spurn. I come here every day, sit and watch the shadows
play. He came and sat beside me, his eyes searched not
knowing quit what to see. Did you find what you wanted
he said, what I wanted I already had. As he leant forward
his tunic came apart, and there I saw the star above his
heart. She, this woman I said, my mother he said. She is
waiting and has been always. But why did she run away,
you had a destiny to fill, questions and answers to find,
A sense of duty to all else blind. He took my hand we
walked and talked. The sun was strong it warmed our
backs, as we walked those twisting winding tracks in
the woods of Avalon
Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman | Year Posted 2010
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