The lost song

 

My voice I had given away
A promise from long ago
Once it had a magical lilt
A sound that around it circles build
Of enchantment

Like Lorelei on her lonely rock
Above swirling waters on moonlit night
Like golden haloed angels in choirs of flame
I could sing all night

Melodies and notes
Sweet as honey and nectar flowed
From my heart and from my throat
Sounds that traveled on the wind
And carried rainbow light
Of rapture to every sprite

Like mermaid in sparkling aquamarine flesh
With flowing tresses of pure gold
I could sing now and again
The most beautiful of pure notes
Music that no mortal man can hear
Except in dreams and fantasy
Music that reached man’s ear
Only through the Astral plane

Planes I have visited and in myths I have appeared
Blossomed like the most beautiful rose
And sung showers of pink petals
On Earth’s carpet of flesh
The mystical lion and the unicorn have I met
Danced with a thousand golden butterflies
And risen from deep green forest pools
My voice I have left behind
And only those can hear
Who remember me from times past
And long ago and not see only the seeming.
To be human is not devine
It is to be merely human
And those parts of me that are me
I have hidden from exposure

That which is too much to bear
That which cannot filter through the mass of dense matter
Lives only in flights of fancy and fantasy
Where man is lost without his will

My voice I have given away
I a promise made long ago
And countless lifetimes and aeons have passed
And I have counted them all
An angel again would be
Spread my wings and fly
A mermaid of aquamarine flesh
Drown myself in waves and die
Only to be alive more than ever before
And then I will sing again with my voice lost
So long ago, given up, abandoned for a quest

Let that be a shining light
Let it stronger than swords of flame
Let my tears wash away the Earth’s wound
And my song wipe away the tear

My voice lost so long ago
I feel might return to me now
And even though I cannot hear it clear
I know that things are changing
And that all that I was and have been is stronger
Than all that is now

And the power of one enchanted note
Sung from a purely innocent throat
Is all the magic the world needs
And all that I can give

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Amarylla St. John
Copyright © 1993 by Amarylla St. John
Revised: September 14, 1999.