The moon will walk with you. Stroll down Lyra Road, decide between old and new Friendship with the moon. He has seen all roads and will not lead you falsely; he can read you, and so you shall read the moon. In all his wisdom, you may find yourself in a place that you did not know existed, and yet were always very aware of. You may think he cleanses you with his light, but it is really your own. I learned that, just as you will.

Several days the moon did dote upon my wanderer's mind, and as it danced and giggled in front of me, I thought I understood. But the moon did not like that. It changed its mysterious ways too fast for my eyes to follow. And though I am speedy the moon out witted me and sent me away from the city to travel the open roads.

At least he did not leave me. Forever he whispered in my ear left, right, left into Melite's Grove of dreams and hopes that I had cast away. I followed the moon here but he would go no farther. He lit the last stretch of Greensboro Road then disappeared from sight. I was alone again, within myself.

But I knew he did not disappear, just hid from me, to let me discover my own self without his help. I tried to run away from there, scared of what lurked behind the trees, but each path had a thousand turns which ended in a piece of myself I had left behind.

I cried out "How do I get out?" He laughed and blinked his starry eyes. "Accept yourself," he said. "Let this all away from where you hide it, deep within your cavernous chest. Blow it away like shwoom vapors or crush it like star blossom petals. Be careful; do not crush your self inside. But I can only tell you what to do, and not how to do it."

I stood in the grove, leaning against a tree until the moon said, "I must leave now. The sun is almost awake."

"You can't leave now!" I cried. I reached my arms up to him, but before they were up, he was gone.

The sun rose into the sky and roared with laughter. "You thought that fool would help you? He cannot create light, only reflect my own. He has no power to speak of, only foolish words that he calls a poem."

Suddenly, I understood how to escape. Just like the moon, I had reflected all my fears and thoughts and hatred and collected it here, where it now surrounded me in all its glory. I had to erase these and created a new path, a new future, a new dream. "I know the way."

And as I spoke those words, the world around me twisted and disappeared. I was Greensboro Road again, now striding away from the grove. I dared not look behind me, not out of fear, but out of pride. I had no need for the grove or the moon anymore. I could do it all.

I awoke from that dream and saw the moon smiling back to me from up there in the sky. I still see the moon, and every night before I go to sleep, I thank him for taking me on a walk that day.