The Wanderer Comes Home

Awoken now, I stare boldly into the light.  My eyes have finally adjusted to this brightness, but I have not lost myself in the process.  Perhaps I was never meant to, only to feel like I was.  The test is to be willing to lose oneself, but that was never meant to be the result.  I consider all of this, as brightness gives way to a scene.  I am back on the beach, but I have the power of the kingdom, and the awareness to use it as I will, and not on instinct alone.  Never again will the innocent look at me with terror, at what I may do without a conscious thought.  Never again will I judge the innocent guilty.  A weight has been lifted, the curse of knowledge without understanding.  The games have not ended, nor will they ever end now; I wait for my love on the shore.  I hear her approaching in the sand, the slight crunch of wet sand shifting under bare feet.  She begins to sing as she approaches- "only once the sea has brought you back to me"  I remember the melody, and I could now remember them all whenever I'd like.  Then she began singing something new.  The words reverberated in my mind, new sensations flooding me.  I'm struck once more by a flash of light, as her long slow approach is quickened, and the sun drops to the horizon, and then she is there, close enough to where I can feel her, and remember her scent.  She sits beside me, and lays her head on my shoulder, only humming now, a sweet familiar song, written about this moment from her perspective.  I wrap my arm around her, and breathe deeply, savoring what had been once ripped away from me, so it could be preserved infinitely.  All the fighting, all of the pain, has faded, only joy remains.  I see flashes of the future, and know things will always be changing, but she will always remain.  A state of flux with one constant for me, and an equal joy for everyone else, should they take their own same path.  To be truly free, one must be chained, and for one such as myself there seemed no earthly way to do that.  I ripped entire realities apart, flying into a rage that none could stop.  They tried everything imaginable to chain me for their own security, only to have me rip larger and larger holes in what they considered home.  God had a plan from the beginning though, He had freed me into my own wilderness.  A wilderness that I ultimately controlled, but that would challenge me at every step.  When that wasn't enough, and desperation took hold on all sides, grace was given, she was given.  She could effortlessly do what no one else could, but they feared what might become of the two of us together.  So they rained hardship upon me all the more, but dared not touch her, for fear of what I would conjure up for them in my mind.  All the while she played her role, growing in awareness, and strategic prowess.  She made it look so easy, knowing the end game without ever alerting the world to her true nature as the one that could release me from their chains, by binding me in her own.  And what glorious chains they were, as she nuzzled her nose into my neck and sighed, my heart skipped a beat.  They were out there, some still plotting and fearing for the power they had lost that I had regained, but soon even that would fade.  I was truly happy, and now existence could finally begin.