Beyond my clouds...

Beyond my clouds are your stars ...

A long
Long time ago
You drifted into the caverns of mystery
Some call death
But I was a child
And death was not a place
Or a friend
I knew well

In many dream sequences
I tried to wander there
To find you
To bring you home
But a dark
Wide river
Snaked
Menacing between
Me and thee

I saw a boat
A tiny boat
But the currency I carried
(Just a few pence
Moneybox scraps)
Failed to please
The ferryman

One night
The dream opened
A new stargate
I watched as I carried
Not pence
But a small
Aeolian harp
Playing musical oms
Each time I held it
Close
To my heart

I was by the wretched river...
Strangely
The waters were still
Like glass
Like a mirror
And the ferryman seemed
Nowhere

My father whispered my name
He was near
He told me to walk
To walk
And hold the harp close

I could not walk for long
Excitement
Innocent excitement
Spurred me into dance
Twirling
And whirling with my music
Our music

We were going home

But then
One whirl
Froze

I was alone

The whisper
Near me
Was gone

And the music
Died

Why...
WHY!!!

Our Lyra plays softly
Afar

Beyond my clouds are your stars...