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Re: Dreamsongs: A Collection of Lyrical Ballads
by grindael » Thu Apr 28, 2016 8:45 pm
v. the child-voice of love
Sickle moon hangs in the twilight
muted and ethereal in the starless sky.
Wreathed like my heart on this autumn night
by the clouds and mist that around her fly.
Sense of direction skewed out of place,
I feel like I’ve been here before:
New outlook, new face but the same chains
binding me tightly once more.
Lovely are eyes first stirring with love,
a quickening tempest igniting the soul.
Heady winds that move us and lift us
higher than where we would normally go.
Chaining me once again to time
is the touch and the feel of that love,
like a child-voice innocent and undefined:
a promise of what it may become.
The night sky is barren once again
Autumn winds now unsuitable company.
Emotion (like the moon) having fled,
though she inspired my brief reverie.
Sense of direction skewed out of place,
all alone like I’ve been before.
New outlook, new face but the same chains
binding me tightly once more.
Lost again and left behind
while the touch and the feel of that love,
like a child-voice innocent and undefined
passes through me like a ghost.
vi. the siren-voice of sense
Splendor of the night sky;
wonder of the earth below:
like the changing of the leaves
when the autumn winds do blow.
Encompassing our reason
making play our intellect,
the many changing seasons
make us ponder and reflect.
Still who are we but denizens
of this earthly plane?
Just transient ruling citizens
in mortality thus chained?
Another living memory
unique and special as they come,
unfettered from the spirit-world:
a song as yet unsung.
Reborn here in corruption
it is wisdom that we seek.
And our arrogant assumptions
make us strong when we are weak.
Encompassing our reason
making play our intellect,
dividing wisdom and emotion:
the siren-voice of sense.
And though we may hear the voice
it is often not enough,
leaving us with little choice
concerning those we come to love.
Still who are we but denizens
of this earthly plane?
Just transient ruling citizens
in mortality thus chained?
vii. the phantom-voice of reason
The earth: but a footstool
to those who have gone before;
hidden wisdom, the precious jewel:
a key to unlock any door?
Revealed by the Guardians of Paradise
to those compelled to find,
how long it takes to pay the price
of living with the ties that bind.
But when the door is locked
and you cannot find the key,
you are left to wander in the dark
longing finally to be set free.
While the phantom-voice of reason
to enlightened souls may speak,
it is all too often silent
inside minds that run too dark and deep.
Who search for what they cannot find
innocent and naïve,
until captured by the chains of time
and left with only dreams.
But when the door is locked
and you cannot find the key,
you are left to wander in the dark
longing finally to be set free.
Riding on a speeding train; trapped inside a revolving door;
Lost in the riddle of a quatrain; Stuck in an elevator between floors.
One focal point in a random world can change your direction:
One step where events converge may alter your perception.