WATCHER

Ahead, suspended in the dark void she could see a large
spherical shape, solid, and yet... She could see through it.
Silver, Gold, and Blue, it would change from one color
to the next, never dwelling on one color long.
A soft light seemed to radiate from it lighting and
warming the darkness for a distance all around. And as she drew closer
the sphere slowly moved to one side allowing her to pass closely.
As she passed alongside she could feel the strength radiating from it.
And then came a fleeting touch, as that of a soft downy
feather on her cheek, and yet the touch reached every area
of her soul. It was a touch that was once given to her, and yet,
that was long ago...

He sits waiting... for as long as he has been, he has done this.
He awaits those whose hearts and hopes have slipped
into the unfeeling void of loneliness...

He observes as some slip into his universe, regain their strength
and leave without ever knowing he was there.
He will be known to the ones that need him... The ones
who come here to hide from the world, and themselves.
He is called "Watcher".........

. Darkness, quiet... from afar the swirl of soft colors comes
slowly into view. Moving with a soft grace, a gentleness that
would make the smallest thought take wonder at the flight.
The colors come nearer and begin to appear separate,
and yet entwined, as would the strands of multi-colored rope.
Slowly the watcher drifts to one side, letting the smaller
sphere glide silently by, bathing him in the soft colors that it shone.

Following, watching... he slowly overtakes the vision. Moving
along abreast of it, he reaches out with a softly shimmering probe
, and touches lightly upon one of the elusive colors...
Warmth, Hope, Love... These feelings come to him in a murmur,
not as strong as they should be. And as he is
about to withdraw his contact, the colors brighten and then dim,
and then return to their original brilliance.
"Ahhh, a Love Sphere," he says to himself.
The sudden pulse of the colors would mean trouble
to the one that the sphere belongs to.

The small sphere had ceased it's flight, and seemed to sit
there suspended, rolling softly, more slowly now, the colors
quietly shifting, entwining.
There it was again, the sudden pulse of light... Only the
dimness seemed to last a little longer this time, like the sigh
of a wounded heart

. And in a voice that echoed from all around, and yet
seemed to have no one origin, he spoke to the sphere.
"Hello, I am Watcher".

There was no indication that the sphere had awareness,
and yet it seemed to regard him quietly. The rolling had
slowed to an almost imperceptible movement. Once again the
pulse of light, only this time the colors faded down to a
momentary flicker, and the sphere seemed to shrink in upon itself.
Watcher reached out, and probed gently among the colors
of the little sphere. Touching lightly upon each one, pulling
from it the memories kept there.

"Little one, you are hurt deeply, you are afraid, you are
alone..." "Follow me, let me show you something."

He began to move, slowly at first, and as he did so he
began to glow brighter. He reached out and caught up the
small sphere in his own energy and tucked it close to his
side. Faster and faster they moved through the dark void,
leaving a small trail of multi colored sparks behind them,
like a comet on a dark night.
With a burst of bright light they found themselves in a
blue sky, decorated with soft rolling white clouds.

Downward they traveled towards the ground, slowing as
they descended. Invisible to anyone but themselves, they
stopped suspended above the tree tops. Below them were
gently rolling hills of green grassy pastures, trees, birds,
the smell of honeysuckle.
And the river below the bluff, laying quietly, reflecting
the trees of the far shore, and the clouds above.
She felt she had been here before...

"Look about you, all this you have left, All this beauty
that is so much a part of you."
And then he said, "I will take the pain you feel and
change it to experience, and I will listen to you so that
you may lighten your heart, and your tears I will use to
make the flowers grow, but you must promise me this...
That you will always remember where I am, and do not wait
until you can no longer bear the loneliness to come to see me.
I want to see you shining brightly, showing the way so
that others may follow you. Go now, and know that I am here,
call me, for I will come........"

She awakened with the phone ringing, she answered it,
they talked for awhile, she and her friend... "Strange", she
thought as she listened to him, something about his voice was,
like a distant memory.
And as she hung up the phone she realized... His voice,
had sounded very much like the voice in her dream.