Harp Music Poem by jan hansen
Harp Music
Harp music
Grey mist creates a lesser world
eyes strain to see beyond the possible
of an inner vision that sees the unseen
Dull dreaming miasma, passing melancholy
a hint of rusty harp strings, green straw
and tears for those under five years
Aurora, the blessed daybreak when night
is put in a sack and thrown down a well
where the night yearns to be free
a longing to occupy the mind of the restless
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