[Used in GM novel]
There is a melody
in the air once again.
Above the rustling
of the leaves in the wind,
Above the restless roar
of tides breaking on shore,
Through the thunder
and the rain,
Through the din
of humanity’s endless grind,
Hear the song?
The music is soft,
The Lyre is humming
of two souls
stepping in unision,
of limpid eyes
dark with emotion,
of lips on lips
in tender embrace,
of caress and merger,
and harmony and grace.
It is the song I carry within
as I walk this earth,
as I toil and sleep,
and wake up again.
I listen to it,
Transported.
Long years it is
since the day my soul fell silent.
My music was dead,
I thought.
But listen!
From behind the grey dust of time,
The wrinkled face of experience,
A young song has risen.
To lure,
to enchant,
to satiate.