Aldebar came to me in dream, or if not dream, then a close relative; that space where you are no longer awake, but not yet asleep. I was listening to Bach at the time—the second movement of his Trio Sonata No. 2 in C minor, as a matter of fact—and as I heard, suspended mid awake-to-sleep, Karl Richter conjure this incredible music up from his organ I knew I had heard this music before.
Not as in yesterday, or yesteryear, but yesterlife.
It was on a much larger planet, and a giant sun rising: Aldebar. We were not long for capture, they were already on the shore, those grey and silent ones who, in the end, had found us, and now had arrived to carry out orders.
Now entereing our fortress. There was no point in fighting, it would only slightly delay the inveitable, we had left the gates open.
Then we left with them, prisoners now. Execution up ahead.
The lyrics:
The Traveler
Once we left
our fortress
captors grey
and silent
sentence swift
and violent
Then I saw
her sparkle
faint a trace
her calling
lost to darkness
falling
Oceans lap
and honor
our abandoned
home shore
wide and silent
ever more
Down through
darkened aeon
I have traveled
wide and far
for the light
of Aldebar
for words to
form a portal
for song to
guide the searcher
for dream to
find and nurture
Ananda Wolf
February 1998
Words and Music Copyright © 2009 by Wolfstuff
The pictures complement this song perfectly. The music is beautiful and simple. Just wonderful.