The wind carries a lost love's call |
The Distant Song She calls to me, my love so fair Her whisper knits within my heart Hearkens each fiber woven true My love, her essence, life did part “Be still my love,” stirs on the winds “No longer will this chasm lie Stretched out before eternity And fills the wanting of our eye" The winds soon cry then rendered still And with their calm my ears do grieve My love, her voice, her lovely song Do vanish as my thoughts bereave In turn, my call falls silently Amidst the longing in my soul As doubts abound find ill repair I pray, my God, to easy this toll Illusions, do they well consume, And bound me to an endless dream? Or does the Devil, my love's song breathe, To laugh upon a heartless scheme? For countless nights, the winds draw near Enchant me with my fair love's song Laments my heart by cursed embrace Hence, I bid them to be gone The last I hear my true love's call, Which rests upon my dying breath A prayer I cry unto my Lord - My spirit take, upon my death My love, I know, is near to you Of this my heart can rest in peace Eternity is well abound The moment that my life does cease Once the chasm, stretched far and wide - A span of pain and mystery No longer will this curtain lie To dim the light we long to see Line Count: 36 |