The sweetness of the harp Plays forever in my mind Its soft and soothing notes I cannot leave behind Each strum comes to my ears And leaves footprints in my mind I hope that only you Will be just as sweet and kind
My Harp of Love I played for you, each of you My Harp of Love I played for you with waltzes sweet We danced and twirled to each song and giggled too My Harp of Love I played until the Night was through
My Harp of Love I played for you To make you waltz and dance no matter where you are My Harp of Love I played to you Without a single care
My Harp of Love I played for everyone Each and every listener dear My Harp of Love I played until I was done With songs enchanting loud and clear
My Harp of Love I played for friends I wish it would go on forever But here I must end But with one last song
So blatantly alone--- Everyone caught Up in their own Affairs they can Only offer me 'sorry you're Sad. ' so blatantly Alone and my Parents are far Enough away That I know I Need to face This on my own. So so so alone. I ride busses Hoping it's Therapy, but I am torn apart Inside with an Empty hopelessness About the world--- I want to die and Come back a Happier creature. Or maybe not come Back at all.
I came with the wind, With the wind I will go. It has always been thus And will ever be so. For the wind is his breath And the Rain is her tears The sunlight, their glory, And the darkness, their fears. More worship the Sunrise, It seems so to me, Than the fiery Sunset As it sinks in the sea. Yet, in truth, both are equal In pure majesty.
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Author: John F McCullagh
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Date: 03/11/2019
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Water harp
Be my soul friend My anam cara Play my water harp My water heart Make music of me Sing me back to The way I was The way I can be The way I am with you
Friend, be my soul My anam cara Make of me a cantata A rondo A dance flamenco Flame me back to The way I was The way I can be The way I am with you
Soul, befriend me Be my anam cara Make of me a garden A stroll through Love Give me back to The way I was The way I can be The way I am
. Winged caterpillar That frees my soul, Sets my mind to dreaming, How the hand of man Out plays the God, Makes love To its master. With fondled fingers, you paint A dumb firmament, the way Light dazzles as it breaks Or how the itching rain Taps a teasing melody as it falls To the lover ground.
Beloved of Orpheus Whose wove you coiled in- Vents a garment of bird song loom, Content my breath The way that water wells And lolls into puddles Nesting not before the hot, Harpy steam.
O melodious pool, Undulating lake, frame To emotive vapours, without Ship you ply in wakes. The oarsman plucks the main, Your body is the sail, Drunkard winds and warblers, Blow hard, but fail my ears, Atone as well, the wretched sounds of day For they are sour spells, and but a fools Trash canned movements, in a state So needy of weeding, Mere sound is soiled The way you rake.
Evolution spreads, As stones do, When moves the river bed, Grace, in violence, Sparkles as it blooms, Like an ears creation— Rose on the tomb.
