Walking On The Path Made Of Stone

I now walk along the moonlight path alone,
For I have to walk alone along this path made of stone.

For I am known as the one who saves people from the battle within themselves,
I'm the one who helps them see the days leading up to when they hear the sound of their wedding bells.

A traveler, someone who helps but expects nothing in return,
No love, no compassion, nothing.. I don't think I'll ever learn.

Not to make so many mental ties with the ones I help,
All I can do now is cut the loose strings and cover up the close brewing yelp.

To you my friend, you've been set on the right path, your getting the freedom you need,
Your no longer held down by the ground anymore, your a new sunflower, a very strong seed.

You know I'm here when ever you need me,
Your lantern won't die, I'll be back faster then you can see.

For you my friend, the one who can't trust life anymore,
I now walk with you on my back, I know one day your wings will heal and you'll begin again to sore.

To you the one with red hair,
The one from a different element who never really cared that I was from the air.

I will help being you back to the lightened path,
You will be able to walk again with the help of my walking staff.

I shall help many more and ask for nothing in return,
But I hope that when I grow old that I was able to learn.

That when I sit and face the sunset in my hobbit hole by the sea,
I hope that they will just end up remembering me.

But for now I must walk,
Because now I'm silent, I am no longer able to talk.

Reviews

[Kurayami]

This poem got me a bit emotional although I can't explain why. There must be magic in your poems...or else why would I feel the way I feel?

~Kurayami

[Edward]

Magic is everywhere! Thank you for reviewing/ enjoying this piece! safe travels