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The Wizard

The Wizard

I travel far and wide to seek the one true mystic 
Seeking true knowledge, forsaking the humanistic
For I am but one, poor traveler, student, teacher
Reaching out to the one, many universes the breacher

As I travel to many places, many roads that lay before me
There is this distant echo, calling out for those who never see
For I am but a mere traveler lost in time, shivers of some forsaken past
Seeking an audience with the one, whom most others he may outcast 

Suddenly the wizard appears before me
Aged staff of withering oak for all to see
Eyes of fire, cloak of gold, shimmering bright
Hair and beard, flowing long, glistening white

As he walked I felt the presence of many others within him
As if there were a silent choir, singing a unheard hymn 
Every step he took, I could not see dust stir of any kind
As If it was he was walking on cloud, above all mankind

Suddenly as he spoke, there rose such a tremendous thunderclap 
That split the nights sky with deafening sounds and lights that overlap
His magic, from many worlds, many realms, many dimensions abound
His wisdom, of true pure thought, from lost ages never, ever be found

He spoke of many travels, many wonderful places he has seen
I listened in reverence and awe of this wondrous being before me
He spoke of many kings he served from many foreign lands
I bowed in respect to the wizard of kings, reached out to kiss his hand

He shared his past, his now ,his future as we sat and broke bread together
Asking many queries, his power, is it all consuming, will it continue on forever
He just smiled and said, we are here for just one brief moment in the essence of time
At that moment he just drifted away, I began to understand his reasons and rhymes

In that brief moment, I am suddenly aware that I am now alone, no goodbyes
The wizard has vanished before my very astonished, saddened, weary eyes
There was so much more I wanted to seek, to ask, to learn from this teacher
But alas, this brief encounter is what has be gifted, tis mine the only keeper

I walk a new and different path, since I met my teacher, my wizard
For I have granted a new wisdom, a new awakening to be considered
I am forever grateful for my audience with wizard should bear such awareness 
That for I, but a mere mortal, should forever withhold his council and greatness 
 
The wizard came upon me on such an enchanted evening, so bold and so fair
The wizard vanished before me in an instant, as if he were both light and air

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