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An Ancient Song
- An Ancient Song -
As I was watching the east, the autumn sky,
I did behold the colors of the late afternoon.
The sun’s golden hue: where hawks oft fly…
Until the coming of the night, and the moon!
So fleeting is that span of time, ere the dark,
When fireflies, like fairies, flit to silent music.
You can hear it, if you listen well, and hark…
An ancient song: greater than a noble classic.
No mortal hand could compose such sound.
And not one voice, could lend to it a beauty,
Enough to do it justice where muses abound!
Listen well, to the grandest divine symphony.
Every star had its’ origin in it, made to blaze,
By no architect knowable to the mind of man.
They will burn eternal, unto the end of days!
When the cycle turns anew: time’s soft sand.
In each heart, a spark of that divine grandeur,
Fashioned like starlight, burning like embers…
Waits to be found, by a pure-hearted seeker!
All we need do is to reflect and to remember.
So falls the night, and the crickets sing a tune,
With beauty all its’ own, ere dawn rises soon.
As I was watching the east, the autumn sky,
I did behold the colors of the late afternoon.
The sun’s golden hue: where hawks oft fly…
Until the coming of the night, and the moon!
So fleeting is that span of time, ere the dark,
When fireflies, like fairies, flit to silent music.
You can hear it, if you listen well, and hark…
An ancient song: greater than a noble classic.
No mortal hand could compose such sound.
And not one voice, could lend to it a beauty,
Enough to do it justice where muses abound!
Listen well, to the grandest divine symphony.
Every star had its’ origin in it, made to blaze,
By no architect knowable to the mind of man.
They will burn eternal, unto the end of days!
When the cycle turns anew: time’s soft sand.
In each heart, a spark of that divine grandeur,
Fashioned like starlight, burning like embers…
Waits to be found, by a pure-hearted seeker!
All we need do is to reflect and to remember.
So falls the night, and the crickets sing a tune,
With beauty all its’ own, ere dawn rises soon.
Published 12th Jan 2016
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12th Jan 2016 10:14pm
14th Jan 2016 3:21am
Thank you, dear Grace! I have been on a creative kick once again and thus have lots of new written works to share. I am so glad you liked this one! It is one of my lovelier writes. :)
14th Jan 2016 1:48am
Beautiful imagery upon a spiritually timeless message. I particularly enjoyed the first and last stanzas. Ah but to reflect and remember. Thank you for sharing.
14th Jan 2016 3:25am
It was both a pleasure to pen this and to share it as well! I am happy you enjoyed reading it. I strove for a timeless sensibility when writing this poem, so I am glad that came across well. There was a nice harmony to how this poem both began and ended, I must admit! A lot of my poetry tends to be like that, very harmonic in the feel and flow of it. It is good to see that this is very much appreciated. :D
