The haunting of his
lyre
Coils around
Wind’s symphonic sound
Orchestra of soulful
sprites
And in the rests
between the notes
Before Wind takes up
the refrain
The golden lingering
lilt
I hear again
This rhapsody of ache
The cadence of loss
His sound
Echoing through the
cave of time
It calls to me
In haunting silence
Enchanting
Captivating and
enthralling me
It tempts me
Enticing me
To meet him
At the fissure of time
There at that opening
Where time fragments
into light
And Cerberus lies
Tamed by the magic of
his sound
Yet I more
Odysseus than Orpheus
Must to the mast
remain
And stay awhile in
this space
Still I hear and
My soul does ache
To sit in silence
The golden lingering
lilt
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