The Guild Fanucci

Traveling
© 2005 George Reed

Traveling the north roads a vision came to me.
Caravans lead onward to where such visions be.
Caravans brought magic forth in every form.
All the stuff in legends told by winter fire warm.

A look at where I’m going, a glance at where I’ve been.
A view with crystal clarity, outside looking in.

Many folk will gather in the Gryphon’s winter hall,
Welcoming into their arms guests—great and small.
I was thus invited in, with smile from a rose,
Guest right well accorded as the northlands always show.

A look at where I’m going, a glance at where I’ve been.
A view with crystal clarity, outside looking in.

Faint illuminations, recording worthy deeds
Are crafted in a corner in case there be a need.
In case there be a need in Gryphon’s winter hall,
A hand to put to service whenever is a call.

A look at where I’m going, a glance at where I’ve been.
A view with crystal clarity, outside looking in.

I see a circle clearly, magnificent the wheel,
Her spokes are in place, forged of finest steel.
All guesting may behold it, the wheel turning on,
Never-ending motion. You can see it any dawn.

A look at where I’m going, a glance at where I’ve been.
A view with crystal clarity, outside looking in.

Such images are blessings, great and treasured things.
Greatness oft inspires a traveler to sing.
The traveler is singing more loudly than before,
At blessings of the northlands ere he hits the door.

A look at where I’m going, a glance at where I’ve been.
A view with crystal clarity, outside looking in.