Harpsichord

Lost in the aeons of the ruined empires
Washed by the sea, built from honor and sand
I watch the evening of sunset’s warm pyre
Falling down here on my cool weary hand

Taken from time to mysterious slumber
I have turned over the boundaries of age
Here is the theatre of moonlit chamber
Here is the music from cold pebble stage

Here was the kingdom of runes and crusaders
Now it takes rest in the Morpheus realm
Here were the hordes, vile and cruel years later
Taken by wind to the sand they did whelm

Chaos sleeps here lullaby with enchantment
Song of a dream everlasting and strange
I drink its harmony healing compartment
Moment before here takes new cold revenge

I take off my vesture of fear dissipating
Jump in the water so maroon and warm
Here is my asylum and I’m integrating
Leaving away all the permanent worn

Music of dream features my silent swimming
Flows through my body, my soul and my veins
Here’s no ore starving for false dream intriguing
Here was the unity of sun and rain

I’ve lost myself in embroidery of Morpheus
I have become part of that ancient rune
Every quatrain folding vast waters ochreous
Filled with the beauty of sonorous tune

Was it a dream, rare and fabulous vision?
Was it salvation I found to explore?
Dazed I have seen from the shadowed partition
Harpsichord left on the long forlorn shore


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