Star and Song

His eyes were restless, searching, but he stayed when he could. He taught them awe, held them through dark dreams, until he was gone and they almost came true. But he left them with a distant star, and they watched him travel, wondering if he watched them. They dreamt again of sand stained red. Then another held them, singing softly, and his eyes were weary, haunted. He taught them song, and forgiveness. But his hands went from harp to sword again, and he abandoned them. Alone again, they listened for broken notes on the wind. But both wanderers had left.