Once the hero has committed to the quest, consciously or unconsciously, his or her guide and magical helper appears, or becomes known
hands of light held across the shadow of my sleep.
I thought it was your ghost.
You said it was an angel.
mine.
hands.
that are large enough to contain the whole of me
who can be so small,
sometimes.
and blue eyed blackness,
all fur and fang,
glides stealth and steady next to me.
the syllables of you sing
in my skull,
my throat and my
heart.
I dance you in the corners of the stage
without even recognizing your face.
and you are here,
still.
your song, a prayer.
your hands, a haven.
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