Sam

 To Sam:
 May whatever path you follow give you
 Peace & Contentment.
 
 Shores Without Boundary
 
 Ageless shores of golden sand
 Sleeping woods of mist and calm
 Glassy reflection of moon and sun
  Lighting this mystical magical place
  Where I touch the past and the future.
 I can but visit:
 Time without end;
 Eternity in a flash.
 I come to commune,
  To Absorb,
  To Feel,
  To Taste
  Wisdom of the Old Ones;
 The Magic of Those Who Went Before.
 
 Peace & contentment where I sit.
 Secret silent spot,
 Mystical magical place of quiet.
 A stirring in the willows,
 A ripple across the water:
 The Old Ones Walk.
 Following paths that are no more,
 Invisible to all, touched by few.
 I am the quiet one
 Seeking communion with The Ones Who Went Before,
 Finding solitude
 Paths untouched
 & quiet beauty.
 The Old Ones Walk.
 Passing through this secret silent spot
 Where I sit;
 Knowledge told not, but absorbed:
  I learn the ways of the Untouched Land
 Where the wild ones prosper
 And the savages of civilization tread not.
 Limitless horizons forever shrinking
 The Ones Who Went Before
 Unconstrained by time or thought.
 Down the path of Quiet Magic
 They lead me. 
 I know not where 
 Nor do I care 
 For my soul has been
 Untied, unleashed: freen.
 
 I am a wanderer, 
 Wandering here & there
 Seeking knowledge
 Across the shores of the Universe.
 I seek to quench my thirst 
 At the well dug by the Old Ones, 
  And filled by The Ones Who Went Before: 
 Knowledge of the ages shall fill me 
 Yet dampen not these fires within me. 
 Rather they shall burn more brightly, 
 Fueled with Magic, 
 Fanned by the quiet wisdom of the Old Ones 
 And the spells of the Ones Who Went Before.
  
 Wisdom gained in the wild places 
 Seeps through my soul; 
 Lighting my way through the dark nights;
 I can see without sight. 
 Sacred is the Magic from the past,
 For it is Peace. 
 Hallowed is this Mystical,
 Magical place where I sit,
 For all there are content.
 
 --Ray--