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[c]From out the west, where darkling storm-clouds float;
The waking wind pipes soft its rising note.
From out the west, overhung with fringes grey,
The wind preludes with sighs its roundelay,
Then blowing, singing, piping, laughing loud,
It scurries on before the grey storm-cloud;
Across the hollow and along the hill
It whips and whirls among the maples, till
With boughs upbent, and green of leaves blown wide,
The silver shines upon their underside.
A gusty freshening of humid air,
With showers laden, and with fragrance rare;
And now a little sprinkle, with a dash
Of great cool drops that fall with sudden splash;
Then over field and hollow, grass and grain,
The loud, crisp whiteness of the nearing rain.
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There he sat upon a hill, yet one question remained, what was his destined will? As the clouds go scudding overhead, his mind was clear, the confusion fled..
As the storm clouds raged yonder still, he waited for the morning still, for this day would be one to remember, a day not filled with ceaseless wonder..
He rose and gazed into the endless sky, confident and undaunted determined to try......
He began his decent toward the city below, a final trek through the valley and groves he’d come to know so well, for time was making changes, and with times things had changed.. He had changed. And for what he thought was not for the better..
It was as if time had stopped.. Always ambitious he was, to expand his knowledge and skills, strive for new experiences, to attain that in which he could not have. Yet in his current situation he’d seemed to reach a plateau so to speak, yet in reality it was nothing more but an obstacle of life. He’d denied his first instinct for far too long, believing time would bring about resolve.. Wishing to preserve that which he held dear, he would now do what had to be done..
He would choose, freedom…
Having scheduled an announcement he’d make before the routine daily business of the council on this day, he approached the doors not on business this day, but to bid his farewell to a place he’d once called home.. As he entered inescapable feelings arose, having not completely thought about what he would speak about today, he remained silent for a moment as he neared the center of the room and came to a rest before all those who wished to be present.. He grinned for a moment and thought he’d just begin with the harsh reality of his life as if it were a tale from a story book…
“Consumed in the realms of my deepest sorrows, bewildered by ill-tempered vanity, what perils do spread themselves before me, advancing to murderous heights. To regurgitate such retributions upon my pitied self, to throw myself at deaths gate and to look beyond my own eyes, I have. Whilst not in grief but in questioning thoughts. Thy question’s one’s self to the extent of known answers.
One must liberate thine own mind and go to, be bold; and frighten not by the whimsical monsters that dwell in the shadows. Sit not, but strengthen the tides of your life, so that you control the ferocity within, but know to recede like the ripples of a stream, dissipating into sweet nothingness…
Such villainy of the heart makes terrible noise for the soul to bear, the treachery and strife of ones life strikes thunder to those who oppose it. Consigned to my fate, that is determined by my own conscious. Though surrounded by my virtue, a heart-felt discontent, for I have desires meant for dying for, not living in aversion…”
Pausing for a moment to allow further thoughts to gather he began again..
“The autumn was here, and the rain came down, I went searching for dreams, for a glimpse of an untold hereafter. I stood there and waited, all alone as I gazed into the distance, in search for my answer. The winds of change never made a sound, and I questioned why, as the autumn leaves fell to the ground, as always time just passes by. And time moves slowly with the years, can no one trace my silent tears? For in my mind there's a passing sigh, a broken dream and the word goodbye, a part of me will never leave, a piece of my heart will always remain..
With my mind wondering and feelings of emptiness inside. I travel on not knowing my destination. With my mind wondering I stare at the sky. Many days pass through my mind. No one-day more than this one.
Whatever the future has in store for me, I will continue to carry on as I always have in the past. Though this time I shall go alone.”
And with that said he took in one final gaze, followed by a slight nod to those who’d come.. Now was the time his journey would commence, one step by fateful step, it was a time of new beginnings..
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