The Traveler

The Traveler Aldebar came to me in a dream, or if not a dream, then a close relative; that space where you are no longer awake, but not yet asleep. I was listening to Bach at the time—the second movement of his Trio Sonata No. 2 in C minor, as a matter of fact—and as I heard, suspended mid awake/mid sleep, Karl Richter conjure this incredible music up from his organ I knew I had heard this music before. Not as in yesterday, or yester-year, but yester-life. It was on a much larger planet, and a giant sun rising: Aldebar. We were not long for capture, they were already on the shore, those grey and silent ones who, in the end, had found us, and now had arrived to carry out orders. Now entering our fortress. There was no point in fighting, it would only slightly delay the inevitable, we had left the gates open for them. Then we left with them, prisoners now. Execution certain and not far in the future. Such is my memory of Aldebar. ____________________ The lyrics: Once we left our fortress captors gray and silent sentence swift and violent Then I saw her sparkle faint a trace her calling lost to darkness falling Oceans lap and honor our abandoned home shore gray and silent ever more Down this darkened aeon I have traveled wide and far for the light of Aldebar for words to form a portal for song to guide the searcher for dream to find and nurture Ulf Wolf February 1998/June 2015 Copyright © 2015 by Wolfstuff