On the Outside of a Dream

by Hawki

Poem: All sylvari are destined to leave the Pale Tree eventually, to do what they can in the salvation of Tyria. Yet leaving is not always easy.

On the Outside of a Dream

Oh I hear the call of the Grove,

The whispers of our wise Pale Tree.

Its calls and its whispers drift on the wind,

Always directed to me.

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Out here, outside leaves, time's passage so different,

My perception from shackles unbound.

Tyria's mine, to roam and explore,

And yet back to the Grove I glance round.

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I miss the tree, its power and wisdom,

The parent of all sylvari.

Its voice in the air, preventing despair,

I hear its words reaching me.

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"Go on," it says, "explore the world,

Let courage be at your side."

"Find your own path, tell your own story,

Wander your life's trail so wide."

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Slowly I turn, slowly I gaze,

As if I've awoke from a dream.

I feel the wind, I hear sound of river,

I squint in the light of sunbeams.

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But so I head off, away from the dream,

Before me reality lies.

The grass at my feet, a world to explore,

Under blue beautiful skies.