When she opened the old iron gate, the wind gently touched her face. As if someone’s hand stroked softly … For one moment she closed her eyes and just felt the breeze and the warm sunshine on her skin. A golden sun in these evening hours painted the stones of the old walls in beautiful colours. Nearly one thousand years since craftsmen had built - and still here like a rock in the wild sea of time. Her eyes wandered over the place in front of her: a place of death, although a place of stories of life. A feeling of curiosity awoke in her, flames of a power started flickering deep inside: a frisson of excitement as she stepped onto the the soft ground of green grass …
As she closed the old iron gate the full moon spent a bright, pale light and the mist creeped over the ground - white, soft and smooth. To someone else it would appear to be a frightening scene, especially in a dark night like this. She looked back, tracing the silence of that nearly sacred place. The last hours had changed something deep inside her.
If thou would´st safe the magic of this place,
don´t follow someone else’s trace.
Come and visit all alone,
come and do it on your own.
Goodbye today is not the end,
it’s not the last time here to spend.
Just take the magic of a trace
from this old and holy place.
She closed her eyes and saved the picture of that very moment. Every detail like a photograph in her mind …
… to remember, to remind
the life you leave behind
and the one you are to find
will be one of a kind …
A clock in the far distance struck three as she finally turned away. Her footsteps echoed on the cobbles of the street as she walked through the old town.
The promise to yourself will be the light
to guide you even through the darkest night.
Goodbye today is not the end,
it’s just a greeting that I send:
I’ll miss you until we meet again and you once more
open up this mystic door.