Lyre

For the ache it is to achieve
it is a journey of thunder and lighting
upon an adjacent bliss one can see the heavens enlightening

for the answer is not on the ground but in the blue
strive and leap forward, the epiphany shall be blessed upon to you

The treacherous path it is, no certain outcome
we shall as will risk it all, there is no fathom
live sonny jump high and leap
peruse that heaven of yours and you shall keep
all that imagination you possess, will thrive
like the sprout of a dandelion upon a drive
make create forge and fabric
for when you least know the barbaric
yawp others deem unholy
for me is a chant no other than a nymph can produce.