Band of Minstrels
Faintly, at the edge of memory,
What is this music, drawing near,
A harmony of Space and Time,
A Gossamer Dream in song,
Slowly coming into view,
Through this Precious Dream of Life,
Woven…
Though countless players form the troupe,
It is Her eyes in theirs that Shine,
She in Shiva's dance embraced…
Her Heart in theirs, Shining,
And together, sweet players,
And all too soon… Vanishing… whence we came. |