adventures in dysthymia

Monday, November 05, 2007

BEYOND

I'm bound beyond the fields we know -- away!
Across the hills of man I go -- away!
The horns of Faery call to me,
They tell of wonders I must see -- away, far away!

My heart knows every tale fools tell -- away!
The whispered seas within a shell -- away!
A poet gave me all his dreams,
A bag of riddles and moonbeams -- away, far away!

The scattered leaves on wild winds borne -- away!
Become my map, ancient and torn -- away!
Beyond the edges of the world
My barque shall quest with sails unfurled -- away, far away!

I'll seek where my horizons lie -- away!
Where the sea becomes the sky -- away!
To gaze upon the fabled lands
Where a mystic tower stands -- away, far away!

An elfen princess slumbers there -- away!
All robed in sheets of shining hair -- away!
A kiss to rouse her from her sleep,
To lift her enchantment deep -- away, far away!

I'm bound beyond the fields we know -- away!
Across the hills of man I go -- away!
The horns of Faery call to me,
They tell of wonders I must see -- away, far away!

Stephen Brooke ©2007

Well, Blogger's spellcheck doesn't like 'faery' nor the archaic spellings of 'elfen' and 'barque' but then, I'd just as soon a computer program didn't have a poetic soul. :) Anyone who knows Dunsany will recognize some phrases I plugged in here. It's not exactly my normal thing, of course, not the ol' Serious Poet.

This is a song, as I suppose is fairly obvious. Unlike my typical method of working, where I usually have at least some lyric written before I come up with music, this time I had a complete melody first and wrote the words to go with it.

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