Unfolding like spell
old man with grey hair spoke
My eyes fixated on his lips
and ears open to hear.

He whispered, as if wind
was infused in notes of song
and wisdom shadowed his back.

He echoed as if bird
was hiding within
sharing melodic song
that meshed with heart.

“We are ancient spirits
temporary housed in vessels for souls.
Potions within must be poured
so our Merlin selves can be free.”
He paused took a drink of air
and continued.

“And some day all shall fly
to illuminate stars in vast universe
inside grace to unite with God.”

With that... he disappeared
giving comfort to my suffering self
which is only an illusion
waiting to be explored and conquered.