The poet, minstrel, knight, or as he classifies himself, poet, philosopher, fool, is on his quest, and he steels his gaze, readies his horse (it's a white horse, the image is merely an icon) and prepares to ride at the behest of his Queen. He has looked long and patiently, He has readied his Quest, He has immersed himself in the Good Graces of Regina, the Queen of Irrefutable Love and Passion, and he is off. The journey hasn't really been long. It merely seems that way, because both parties, the Minstrel and the Queen, have been searching both their souls and their worlds for the other since time began. This new journey is merely the culmination of those centuries of waiting, and those eons of pain and lonliness. Both these souls are about to be joined. Both are about to look longingly and realistically into this love of the ages. The journey has begun, and it is only a means to that greatest of ends, the spark and the tending of love immemorial. |
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The Destination |
The Minstrel's Journey This website was made for Regina on November 30, 1999, before I met her, and stands to this day as a tribute to my Queen. I was saddened when she left, and miss her presence in my life, although her presence has always been felt in my heart. MFN 3/4/02 |
The Minstrel stopped here in his
travels on February 4, 2002