by Mario William Vitale
When we met the stars were so bright
I could scarcely see-
The song went on such blissful nights
The wood nymphs sang to me
The hours, weeks and months never knew
how glad they passed-
For surely I had thought I reached my paradise at last-
With trembling hands held out to him,
a shoulder I could cry-
If I could o it all again
it would be there, I'd die-
So pure, so rare, so kind a love,
I thought could never end-
But I the fool who trusted true,
know oak trees never bend
How I dreamed of illumination,
believed
the wood nymphs song,
And found only a stranger and fear
my road is long-
I know no more my dear hearts song,
for I am deaf and dumb
The lute is still, the world has stopped
and I'm alone and numb
Perhaps someday, somehow, someway I'll find
a home where I belong
And if it's right, within the night, the lute
will play the wood nymphs song.
Last updated April 26, 2017