SANDS OF TIME - PART 3 (A PAGE FROM HIS DIARY)

I have been asked to write a Part 3 to the story. As there is nothing I can honestly add, I present you with a page from his diary, written during his times of turmoil.

"As days go by, trees change clothes, birds fly to newer lands, the days get warmer, the clock ticks off another slice off a man's life, but wait is all I do.

Long ago, the length of time does not matter, the moon had been smiling, and the stars were in the right order, when men were blind and Gods were sleeping, at that moment I had been the king.

'Life flew and left behind a handful of feathers.' Sun arose and men saw light, Gods broke their slumber as they did my dream.

Now whenever I close my eyes, my dream lingers, stars shine again, sparkling at the corner of my eyes, etching a course for future dreams, erasing the past wound, and cleansing my soul.

Now, as I stand on the land, my knees do not shake, neither with excitement nor with fear, my hands are steady and my eyes fixed, my feet carry me firmly, my spine erect, as I walk towards aimlessness.

And I wait, not for a desire, nor for fulfillment, but for release."