The Birds Of Rhiannon - Poem by Alexander Thomas
Where art that voice which once set me free?
Do those birds still sing for me?
When I was regaled by ethereal and beautiful song,
It showed me an alternate world in which I belong.
Will they return to the King?
Again to sing?
So near yet so far,
Out of reach like a blazing star.
A warbling whisper, an alluring calling,
Gentle pleas across warm wept seas,
The spirit of another time,
Entrancing and sublime.
I left scattered seeds,
Cast amongst the reeds,
Pacing distant shores,
For my heart is forever yours.
Navigating a labyrinth of fate,
The triangle was the gate,
To bring forth mine true self,
Bestowed with otherworldly wealth.
Yet to be living dead or asleep in life,
What be the reckoning in such strife?
I covet Rhiannon in bond of flesh,
To lift the spell so that we may awaken afresh.
Find the fragmented pieces of mine heart and put it back together again,
Fuse it together with the enchanted melodies which thou pen,
Our passion burns intensely enough to forge a new tomorrow,
And break the heavy chains of Earthly sorrow.
I possess the magic,
To the alchemy of thine creation,
You have the key,
To open the seal to me.
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