In a dream I wandered thoughtless,
Along the endless plains of endless imagination.
Dark figures danced in the white fire of the moon.
One moved towards me, moving with grace.
Slowly, gently, lumbering tall.
I stood with no fear of the shadow,
For in dreams endless, numbing wonder covers your body, mind and soul.
So, I stood with fearless wonder at the walking shadow that moved with
Tall, lumbering grace.
Great peace and wisdom came with it when stepping into the white fire.
Grey, wrinkled skin filled with years of wisdom shown in the moon.
Great tusks of ivory shown a mother of pearl in the dancing light.
An eye rolled to look into mine,
Staring into the depths of my soul,
I into its.
I saw the truth within its soul,
Why it shed tears of sorrow,
Why it triumphed with joy,
Why the knowledge it held
Is held as a peaceful secret.
I cried feeling the truth, knowing it, and being part of it.
A teacher taught without a word,
A keeper of the truth within its soul.
A truth that could never be told by words, but by soul.
A teacher taught me the truth of life
With out a word.