Fantasy Quest

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    Fantasy Quest

    FANTASY QUEST
    by A.W. GAYLORD


    The last of the poets
    went out into the cold,
    nothing but dreams
    did he have to hold.
    Standing on the edge of time
    between the shore and sea,
    his spirit broke away from chains of death
    to life did finally flee.
    He soared above
    concrete and steel,
    trying to find
    a place to feel.
    All his feelings
    hidden deep inside,
    upon which no one
    dared to ride.
    The last of the seekers
    went out to find,
    only to see
    a world gone blind.
    There deep inside his head
    between genius and insanity
    he seeks a light he knows does shine
    somewhere in reality.
    Searching high
    searching low,
    searching for
    his own dream to know.
    Looking for somewhere free
    where he doesn't have to be
    some one else's menagerie.
    The last of the jesters
    told his last joke,
    to a world that could only
    jeer and poke.
    His audience laughed,
    his audience cried,
    while deep inside
    the jester died.
    He was looking
    for someone who could see,
    beneath his clownish fantasy.
    To accept him
    without the mask,
    he wore to perform
    his jesters' task.
    The last of the lovers
    went to search for a heart,
    pure and simple
    of him to part.
    He searched the world
    over and over again,
    only to find
    no one to comprehend.
    That love is love
    only when given free,
    not to be taken
    like fish from the sea.
    So he followed life's path
    that led to the door,
    where the poet, the seeker,
    and the jester did soar.
    The poet stood
    with the door opened wide,
    he said with a smile
    " Come step inside".
    " Sit and talk
    with us relax,
    I am sure you have
    many questions to ask".
    " For we all have traveled
    upon this road,
    we all have carried
    this heavy load".
    So with a sigh and a grin
    the lover stepped in
    and slowly confessed his sin.
    In turn
    every one did speak,
    telling each other
    of all they did seek.
    When they were finished
    the room became still,
    there was not one sound,
    no not one; until.
    A light appeared
    right before their eyes,
    from their spirits
    the truth did rise.

    The last of the teachers
    went to see,
    if she could find students
    of reality.
    There she stood
    in ethereal light,
    total embodiment,
    of fairness and light.
    With amber eyes flashing,
    and streaming white hair,
    you could tell she had
    all wisdom to share.
    She knew all
    that was true and pure,
    of this she told them
    they could be sure.
    First to the poet
    did she begin to speak,
    of all the things
    he dared to seek.
    Of everything
    he sought to write,
    in the freedom
    of his flight.
    Many mysteries to him
    did she say,
    as she spoke,
    he found the way.
    To loose forever
    the chains on his soul,
    each word healing.
    making him whole.
    When she was finished
    every word done,
    fear died
    and love at last won.
    Next to the seeker
    did she direct her speech,
    into his soul
    did her mysteries reach.
    She told him why
    the world couldn't see,
    there was no love
    in their reality.
    Their dreams empty
    their purposes vain,
    exchanging riches
    for pleasurable pain.
    She taught him
    about life's game,
    gave him purpose,
    and a new spirit's name.
    Now within
    her pure light,
    he saw love
    precious and bright.
    Yes! He knew now
    who he must be,
    love incarnate
    for eternity.
    Next to the jester
    she did speak
    showing him
    he was no sideshow freak.
    She had him perform
    for everyone there,
    to show him that
    love is to share.
    As everyone laughed,
    and everyone cried,
    love conquered
    and fear finally died.
    For he saw
    within his own jest,
    seeing that love
    was an unseen guest.
    He never knew
    was deep inside,
    that is why the people
    laughed and cried.
    Because he performed
    with love pouring out,
    keeping none for himself
    and doing without.
    Next she spoke
    to him with the heart,
    he it was
    with soul torn apart.
    With tears falling down
    the side of his face,
    wondering if love
    in this world had a place
    Silently their eyes
    met through the night,
    hearts melting together
    souls taking flight.
    She gracefully kissed
    each tear as it fell,
    rising his spirit
    from solitudes Hell.
    He knew all at once
    that his dream had come true,
    love was the answer
    for everything blue.
    With the last spirit mended
    the teacher did go,
    back to the realm
    where all beings know.
    That dreams
    can come true,
    if you follow
    them through.
    To the door on life's path
    at the end of the road,
    where love she waits,
    to lessen your load.

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    Hampton commented on Fantasy Quest

    05-20-2009

    I like your style and the poem, although to long in my opinion, is excellent. I started to lose interest after the first half of the poem. Still good work though.

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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