Saturday, 30 June 2012

Serenade for a Lost World

Thinking of the Sunset Concert, which was wonderful, and the music of the Neolithic age that built the dolmen at Grantez, I wrote this short poem:

Serenade for a Lost World
The blues are beating loud and strong
And notes are dancing through the trees
Here the crowds enjoy the sunset song
And sit around, and take their ease.
The pipes are playing loud and strong
Around the sacred stone, we dance
A time so distant, heard our song
We move around, within a trance
Now winds are rising, blowing, strong
And night is fallen; and crowds depart
But I remain, have been times long
Before the songs, my beating heart
I am a ghost of pasts, and here belong
And in a silent night, I sing my song

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