Mystic

 On a black, dark night
Devoid of light
I walked alone down the road
It was a dangerous part of town
But I still braved the storm
It loomed out there
On the horizon above
There were rumours about
How it started
Was it by a force of God
Or did some mystic conjure it for his love
The butterfly fluttered its wings again
The wind floated till it met my face
The butterfly knew not what it had committed
For when the wind struck, my heart did race
And then I met him down the line of sight
The rumoured mystic spoken of
In fear and in delight
He's said to be wearing a cloak
Starry, white
His eyes, far gone
A blind mystic, he is
He'll make your wishes come true
But be careful for what you wish
A darkened horizon lies beyond
The lightning illuminates it
While the thunder warns
Those who think that they can brave it
The mystic spoke
Or rather asked, and said
"You, who walk alone at night
you be not afraid?"
I simply shook my head, and brushed him by
He was whistling the tune
Of an old, forgotten lullaby
I recognized it, and he saw
In my eyes horror, and glee
A mix of nostalgia, and PTSD
A longing for a song that
Was once sung to me
My heart raced again
And I stopped
I asked him from where, and how
Did he discover this song
He said "My mother sang to me, eons ago"
It was my brother, that mystic
Who lived for far too long
Or was I far too young?
I walked past yet still
His hand grabbed my shoulder
He said "Wait, young brother"
I asked "For what, older?"
He whisked his hand around the sky
And the storm did disappear
He conjured it both out of love
And out of fear
He's been out here for many many years
Wishing to see me walk down
Perhaps our hearts did meet
Perhaps he was never there
For I woke up, then and there
And he was not there
Did I pass out on the soft, wet grass?
Or did he lay me to sleep?
Many unanswered questions
About the blind, white mystic
That roams these dark streets