The constellation Lyra is Orpheus' harp invented by the messenger god Hermes. |
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... |