Lyra Dreaming. Last Night I had an amazing dream, I found Arcadia�s mystical stream, I followed the river to its source, I travelled along its meandering course, I spoke to a woman along the way, And listened to the wise things she had to say, She showed me which way to go, And told me some things I needed to know, We walked along the rivers glistening banks, Then I said goodbye and gave my thanks, And carried on upon my way, As I watched the water sprites play, Then I found my way to the eternal springs, And saw the most amazing of things, Mountains and mountains of waterfalls, From where my soul had heard the mysterious calls, That have echoed forever in my heart, That remind me of my Lyran part, Somehow my soul had found its way home, To that mountainous watery dome, Then I watched a Lyran Angel take flight, So beautiful, a watery angel of silvery light, Into Lyra�s double moonlit purple sky, At last I was home, it made me cry, For so long my soul has been yearning, With a longing akin to passion burning, Every time I gaze up into the starry skies, Somewhere deep inside me always cries, To see my home world once again, To escape this world of bitter pain, To the place where angels fly, In Lyra�s double moonlit sky, To dance again with Blake, On realities double mirrored lake, But now it doesn�t matter where I roam, My soul knows its way home. Copyright �2002 Sarah Earnshaw |
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Blue Brother. Did you ever look a blue man in the face? And wonder at the alien origin of his race, Did he come in a saucer flying through space? The Strange looking man with a blue face, Did he come here from a distant star? Or is he from somewhere not so far? I know he�s here, but I wonder why, He should come visit me from his home in the sky. Copyright �2002 Sarah Earnshaw |
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