Post by magpie on Dec 8, 2006 20:35:22 GMT -6
Her Song
She woke when dusk was trailing
Coloured ribbons ‘cross the sky.
The birds warbled their nocturnes
Near the stream that trickled by
And from her mossy bed she rose
And stretched her arms and sung
Praises with the birdsong
The verdant valley rung
And echoed with the sound of it.
Across the whispering stream
Awoke a sleeping stranger
Into a stranger dream
Than the one that he had left
When his eyes opened to see
The shafts of light that pierced the clouds
O’er darkening valley
And he heard the sound of singing
Midst the bird’s worshipful notes
And he came back to the stream again
Where waterlily floats.
He spied her, ‘cross the water
Lotus dreaming; thought her fey
And winged as the birds who sang
His fear of night away.
He watched her singing with them,
Caught the ethereal song.
The trees and wind and birds and brook
Carried the tune along
And his waking now was dreaming
And his dreams inside a dream
And he joined the song the valley sang
And plunged across the stream
Lotus filled whispering enchantments.
But she disappeared from sight
Her singing ceased, darkness grew
The day gave way to night
And he found himself alone again
Listening for her song
And forgot the trees and birds
And river also sang along
He went on lone and lonely…
She watched him stumble by
Now awake but sadly dreaming,
Heard him moan and sigh
At the darkness that sprung up
And the lotus’ dream…
Yet still the wind and trees and birds
Sang praises with the stream.
“In this valley” said the Wonderer,
“I sometimes hear her song;
I wander into harmony
The whole earth sings along.”
I think this needs work - anyone got any ideas?
She woke when dusk was trailing
Coloured ribbons ‘cross the sky.
The birds warbled their nocturnes
Near the stream that trickled by
And from her mossy bed she rose
And stretched her arms and sung
Praises with the birdsong
The verdant valley rung
And echoed with the sound of it.
Across the whispering stream
Awoke a sleeping stranger
Into a stranger dream
Than the one that he had left
When his eyes opened to see
The shafts of light that pierced the clouds
O’er darkening valley
And he heard the sound of singing
Midst the bird’s worshipful notes
And he came back to the stream again
Where waterlily floats.
He spied her, ‘cross the water
Lotus dreaming; thought her fey
And winged as the birds who sang
His fear of night away.
He watched her singing with them,
Caught the ethereal song.
The trees and wind and birds and brook
Carried the tune along
And his waking now was dreaming
And his dreams inside a dream
And he joined the song the valley sang
And plunged across the stream
Lotus filled whispering enchantments.
But she disappeared from sight
Her singing ceased, darkness grew
The day gave way to night
And he found himself alone again
Listening for her song
And forgot the trees and birds
And river also sang along
He went on lone and lonely…
She watched him stumble by
Now awake but sadly dreaming,
Heard him moan and sigh
At the darkness that sprung up
And the lotus’ dream…
Yet still the wind and trees and birds
Sang praises with the stream.
“In this valley” said the Wonderer,
“I sometimes hear her song;
I wander into harmony
The whole earth sings along.”
I think this needs work - anyone got any ideas?
