Harp
Can you hear the harp sailor?
A song cast to the sea where
Vibrating strings created a Me.
Eternal, and energetically free
Oscillating Springs a force of course…
Tell tale paths to a choice of Source.
The chordophone sings a newly tune voice,
Harmonic keys ring in a Summer of hours
”... fourPillars open…” four blooming flowers
”...and Trumpeter, what of the Lady’s pearl?”
”...her String my Lord, is a knotted jewel…”
”... they speak of Me, as if I’m not hear…”
“McAllistar… I can see your ear”
The Lady’s maid made a letter appear
”...she paints! I must have missed her stair…”
Copyright © Izzy Gumbo | Year Posted 2010
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