Whenever I feel sad, tired, weak or weary or just simply confused, I make it a point to visit the kingdom's garden. There I am sure to see blooming prose and sweet smelling poetries. The kaleidoscopical displays of multi-colored verses and rhymes never fail to excite me.

I feel that the oracle is talking to me, trying to show me something but somehow I can't see what it is showing me or I can't hear what it is telling me. Since I don't want to admit that I am shortsighted or inept, I keep on looking at it hoping that someday my mind will see what blinds my eyes and that my heart will hear what deafens my ears.

The kingdom is undergoing a massive restructuring due to the reports that the Queen has failed miserably in her reign and that she abandoned the throne. Since I move within the darkness of the night and hides underneath the shadows of the day, I can't in anyway verify the truth or the root of such heartbreaking report.

So here I am in the garden looking at Joank's oracle once more. I am going to try if I can see what is being shown and hear what is being said. I am going to take this leap for I know I will not be right nor will I be wrong since I am not a prophet. I am just a good-looking denizen of the night.

VALE OF THE WAYWARD TEARS

In between the hills that knocks my silence,

Lay the anchorage of valance

Draped mixture of broidery

Of the streamed tears of vale!

Is the oracle telling us about the Queen's window draped with a curtain heavily stained with tears? Or is it telling us how the Queen cried so many tears that it curved a valley through the hills? Or is it telling us how the Queen used the curtain to hide her tears from those who took away her silence?

And the silence drought to die

For my cries are passions to dry

And I seek this moment of slumber

Where I might vanish forever!

Is the oracle telling us how the Queen treasured and guarded her silence with so much passion that losing it makes her feel the anquish of death?

So sulk your hand to this stream

And shed your intimations in dreams

Its flowing rift I dare to forgo

As its deepest pain you will never know.

Is the oracle telling us how the Queen tried catching with her hands the stream of her tears so that no one will see the pain she is suffering from? Pain that was brought about by things that she said when her silence was broken. Declarations that she made to her closest acquaintances not knowing that it will split the bind that holds them together.

Just like its surface are clouded with masks

Every few words are sentenced not to take back

Now there it is your wings to fly

If you step onto these waters you’ll die!

Is the oracle revealing to us why the Queen guarded her silence so much? Because words are often given different meanings. That it is hard to take back things once they are said. That once you get wet with the venom of twisted interpretations you might as well consider yourself dead.

There you’ll drown with your mouth closed

But your minding soul open to abode

You open your eyes and then find,

That your tears are coloring the tide!

Is the oracle telling the Queen that if she feels that she is misunderstood that she should make every effort to clarify what she said? That closing her mouth will only make people believe that she is guilty of what she is accused of. That crying will only make her look guilty.

So sulk your hand to its deepest crest

And shed your immortal dreams to rest

Its essence rifts its daze to flow-ever,

As its troth will remain to simmer…

Is the oracle telling the Queen that she should face and touch those who are digging for dirt against her as deep as they could? That she should wake up from her dreams and face the truth that she is just a mortal being. That she should fight back the ugly flow of misunderstanding or else be scalded by the vicious lies, forever.

Is the oracle a premonition of what will happen to the Queen? Is it giving us a look inside the Queen's mind and feelings? Is it telling us why the Queen would rather sing than talk? Is it telling us why the Queen dreads about talking, fearing that what is in her heart and mind may hurt somebody? Is it telling us why the Queen treasures her silence so much? Is it telling us that the Queen would rather renounce her throne and go back to her simple beginnings where she sing songs for God rather than live a life of grandeur where she has to explain every thing that she has to say?

I wish, there will come a time when I will be able to fully understand the message Joank's oracle is telling us.

“Stalk, Stalk. Over here Stalk.” The sudden roar of a familiar voice startled me.

I turned around and was surprised to see the old man frantically waving at me as he tried to bridge the distance between us as fast as he could. I decided to meet him halfway to save him from collapsing as he looked like he was already gasping for air.

“Watch up Old Man?” I asked quizzically, for as far as I can remember, this is the first time that the old man ever approached me purposely.

“Oh, I have been looking for you Stalk ever since your only visit to my home.” He said.

“Why? Have I done something wrong?” I asked.

“No Stalk. I just want to give you back something you left in my place.” He replied to my amazement.

“I couldn't have left anything in your place even if I wanted to Old Man.” I said.

“You know very well that being a stalker,

“I don't carry anything that I might leave behind.

“I only bring with me what I am wearing.

“My shirts and pants don't even have any pockets.

“What is it that you think I might have left in your place?” I finally asked.

“Here Stalk. I found this near where you sat.” The old man said as he handed me a piece of paper.

“I just thought that it might be important to you.” He added.

I looked at the piece of paper and there is a poem written on it.

“I know you know I love you much – you know I know you care,

but to second-guess what's in your mind, this thing I wouldn't dare.

You don't have to hide your heart or hide the way you feel.

What matter most to me, my love, is what you think and will.

“I know this time is not for love, this much I understand.

So I’ll just have to wait for love to wave its magic wand,

but keep in mind the way I feel for you – will never end,

and every time the wind will blow – my love to you I’ll send.

“There was a time I went to mass and heard the message said,

a simple one that changed my life and stuck deep in my head.

The priest told us about a book that he had bought and read

about a sinful love and life that two lovers had led.

“It is about a guy, who left his wife for another love,

and live just like a butterfly pretending to be a dove.

He played around in ecstasy, unmindful of his wife,

while she followed him all around, unmindful of her life.

“She even hired a private eye to keep her company

as she followed her man around in his abhorrent spree.

She’s always where her husband is, but he just didn’t care,

until she learned to love the guard whose with her everywhere.

“So by the time her husband got tired of his unfaithful life,

it was his turn to follow around his once devoted wife.

and that is where the story ends which left me so confused.

the priest paused while I pondered upon the story that he used.

“And then he asked us if we saw the love of our Lord

in the story that he told us, but none of us managed a word.

And then he said the title of the book is “follow me.”

he said our Lord is here with us although we fail to see.

“He follows us in what we do, wherever we may be.

He’ll keep on waiting until we feel the greatness that is He.

“But then unlike the girl, our Lord will never turn away.

He's always there to follow us through every passing day,

because He knows the time will come when we will feel His love

until we learn to follow Him into his great place up above.

“Now let me use this story dear to make you realize

that reading’s not a taxing task but a pleasure that’s so nice.

Those books will never say a word, that they are there to wait

until we learn that they are good, not things that we should hate.

“So keep in mind to have a book wherever you may go

just in case you’ll have the urge to read, to learn, to know.

and when the time comes when you feel you want to read something,

you can smile because you’re sure a book is clipped under your wing.”

“I was the one who wrote this poem, Old Man, but like what I said I couldn't have left it at your place.” I said as I looked up to see the old man's reaction.

“How could that be, Stalk? What do you mean?”

“Well you know, there was this young lady I met in a party.

“She told me that she was preparing to take some kind of licensing examination.

“And that she couldn't concentrate on her studies because of some guy whose stalking her.

“And that she is seriously considering postponing her studies and just move away.

“We became close but I can't do much about it out of respect for what she is preparing for.

“So I wrote her this poem.” I said as the memories of the young lady played in slow motion in my mind.

“And you chickened out and kept the poem, right?” he abruptly asked, startling me back to my senses.

“No, I gave it to her. She even told me that she liked it and even gave me a kiss. She added that she would consider my proposition after her exams.” I politely replied.

“What happened? Where is she now?” He asked with eyes wide open.

“My dilly-dallying didn't help me any, Old Man. He fell in love and married her stalker.” I replied as I noticed a sign of concern on his face as he knotted his eyebrows.

“Oh. I am sorry about that Stalk. So, what happened?” He innocently asked with a consoling voice.

“She married you Old Man.” I said looking straight at his eyes.

I saw his eyes bulged and his jaw dropped.

He slowly raised both of his hands up to the side of his face.

Palms towards me as if he is giving up, surrendering to whatever it is that I don't know about.

He then stuck his thumbs into his ears and wiggled his fingers and sang “Nya-nya-nya-nya-nya.”

I felt my blood shot up to my head.

The force of the rush caused my heart to skip some beats.

I felt my lungs strain for air.

My sight went dark.

I saw the words of Joanks's oracle flash by in bright pulsating neon lights.

SILENCE.....TEARS.....DIE

At the very last word, the darkness start to brighten up and I saw my hands reaching out for the old man's neck.

JOHN DENVER - FOLLOW ME

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