The Sojourn ~ A Sojourn to Far Places, an Epic in several parts


They left in clear sight but no one saw them leave
They walked across the fields
Walked across flower dappled meadows
and oceans of golden wheat

And when they had walked a day and a half
They came to the coast. . .
As her foot hit the sand of the beach
The Pretender turned and regarded the Magician
His eyes had taken the hue of the Sea
and his beard had become the grey of winter skies

‘Which way?’
‘My ship has a mind of its own and there is really no way to know.’
‘Oh what a lazy captain, that you let your ship steer itself.’
‘It is not a style I would suggest for everyone
but it has worked well for me.’
‘How shall we call this ship?’
‘It comes when it comes, perhaps patience is . . . ‘
‘Where’s the boat?’

And sure enough
Just cresting the horizon
A tiny cyan ship coursed toward them against the tide

‘Does it have a name?’
‘It is called the Heart.’

The ship was such that it was sometimes difficult to make out at a distance
It could easily be mistaken for a graceful sea bird
It’s billowing sails could be clouds . . .

It moved onto the beach and sailed the sand to their feet
The Magician offered his hand and the Pretender
boarded the Heart of the Magician

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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