Approaching Cyrene


I have reached the high point in the road;
My spirit flies beyond.
Soon I will again see you, Cyrene,
Beautiful city, heart's hope.
I love your mountains more than all Shallam's gold,
Your fountains more than Aalen's crystal stream.
Pearl of the Vashnars, Bard's pride,
Runewarden's gift,
Cerulean city of secret splendor,

It is in you that I have found a home
Far different from my ancestral home,
Or the homes I have known in wandering.
Stone soars in beauty high as redwoods,
And water wends it's way among your passages
Giving life truly as heart's blood gives me mine.
Here is high honor, destiny entwined
With weird of Dragons, a promise
Of preservation, safety after storm.

So I pause to honor Phaestus
Here at his mountain likeness and think
What home I might have had, had I
Been born before you were revealed.
Surely the Logos brings each person
To proper place and proper time
In all the Realms of Sapience.
No branches break my further journey;
My path is clear. I know the road from here.





Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Chronos, in the year 370 AF.