- Reverie
- Through
dark of melancholy night
- beneath
the pale and guiding light
- of
wistful moon, there wander I
- and
follow after Siren's cry
- of
memories in six-eight time.
-
- Of
blissful evenings long ago
- of hands
I've held and loves I've known
- of
laughter shared and cares bestowed
- and walks
in frosty velvet snow
- and
places that I'd longed to go.
-
- Now
suddenly within this place
- I see my
trembling fingers trace
- the tears
that fall upon her face
- and on my
tongue the lasting taste
- of love
left longing, hopes erased.
-
- Like
distant voices borne by wind
- whose
echoes rise and fall again
- faint
whispers from the Muse within
- awake in
me the sleeping pain
- of
treasures lost and heartache gained.
-
- Thus
following this thread of tears
- I bow my
head, confront my fears
- plunge
inward, downward, through the years
- and
realize that still I hear
- a melody
that's warm and clear.
-
- Within my
thoughts I turn to see
- the
haunting strain that calls to me
- I gasp at
that which cannot be
- and see
myself in Reverie.
- .
- .
- .
- It cannot
be, yet there I am --
- it is
myself, the vision plain;
- we're
joined in spectral unison,
- my inner
self invokes the name
- of Us and
stretches out his hand.
-
- "You've
found the peace you've long sought for,"
- intoned
the voice of Us, I'm sure.
- "Tis
only this and nothing more...
- Your
journey's end is on the shore
- of
conscious thought and dreamtime lore."
-
- "Look
down and see the water's edge,
- your head
is here, your heart is pledged
- to wander
out upon the ledge
- of
danger, romance, glories led
- in
battles to the brink of death."
-
- "Plant
firm your feet upon the sand,
- let not
the Siren's sweet command
- give sway
to you, for in the end
- your
heart must live upon the land
- of
wakeful dreamers. Take my hand..."
-
- "I'll
guide you back to whence you came
- where
distant voices call again
- and
whispered musings from within
- awake in
you, the Dreaming Man,
- the hope
of everlasting gain."
- .
- .
- .
- My eyes
blink wide and view the light
- of
morning's glory conquering night
- I sit
dumbfounded -- hear the cry --
- of
dwindling Siren's forlorn sigh
- and songs
of hope in six-eight time.
-
- Awake,
alert, I turn to see
- the
joyful strain that calls to me
- I gasp in
praise at what must be...
- the world
in dawning Reverie.
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