A Celtic tale
In a land not so far away not so long ago a baby was born who turned into funny kind of man. This is his story told the way the only way I can.
The land which this man was born into was wild and free with the beautiful high cliffs which jutted into the deep blue sea, but sometimes this land held in the mists hidden valleys full of the dark secrets of the passage of time. This child who became the man was born in such a place, which spoke of a time before man had placed his hands on the land with such little grace.
A child like this would never find his life simple
As he was able see the places which were just fable.
As a man it took him a long time to find a how not to standout in too many ways, for even though he was normal to you and I something about him caught ones eye. What this was I`m not so sure but what I do know is that women came from far and wide to adore. Was it the gentle soul which behind the dark brown eyes? Or the idea that the places he could take them and open the secrets of their hearts? For he could show them the world was more than they could see, full of wonder and beautiful mystery of the time before history.
So he touched many lives for every time he reached out to find the love which he sought all he found was the emptiness of broken promises and faded dreams. For he could feel the full impact of everyone`s screams, the tears of joy and the cries of pain knowing full well that he would do the same again. So he screamed.
“When will this stop?
When will I rest my head and not feel the emptiness instead?
When will the pain go away when all I want is to feel the joy of love?”
So he scoured the land seeking someone who would take his hand. The harder he looked the more he became hurt. He asked,
“What is this curse which I am faced?
Where all I do is jump from place to place?
Seemingly to break hearts with easy misplaced grace.”
Now this went on for many years and he learnt to hide his tears, not to show how much he sought to rest the emptiness that tore him apart. He tried many things just to take get though the day and wondered why he was so cursed to live the paradox of knowing that the love which he sought was always just out of reach, seemingly no more than a hair`s breathe away.
To the outside world he was fine
But those who knew could see the light had dimmed and he had lost his shine.
So he wandered with the empty eyes of one who sees too much but wishes to hide, for to look deep inside came at a cost for he had already paid far too much. Sometimes when all he could do was to wish that he could disappear he went to a little valley to hide his tears. For in this place he could rest in the peace and hide from the disgrace of all the hearts which had been misplaced, yet he never wondered why he always found this place eased the demons of his sleep.
As the years passed by, this trick of being able to see the other places came to be even more of a bother, I ask what would you do when you can look and see tomorrow?
Then one day a lady said, “Have ever tried to walk this way? “
He asked, “what do you mean?”
She said, “Have you ever followed the path? “
He replied, “Not at all, you know that I tread with fear.”
So she replied, “Well you must my dear.”
So he followed this advice one dark night
The storm brewed about with such delight he became wet and full of fright
Yet he still followed the path with the lighting almost bringing day from night.
The thunder boomed, reverberating about the valley
So much for him to wonder, is this folly?
Round one last bend he came, water running down his windswept brow. The lighting flashed again and he had found what he searched for so long.
For in that moment of light
His heart filled with the purest delight.
Now his story has been told I hear you ask
“So what is the moral which has come to pass?”
All I can say that`s not for you to ask
When morality can become a question of one`s past
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