Golden Harp

an angel flew into the cosmos
the ever flowing river of stars
she gently plied the strings
on her golden harp, her hands of silk
lovingly fingering a melody
only heard by the breeze
a heavenly whispering


like a something in the air
whispers your name

the silvery pregnant moon shines
searching for lovers lane
now covered in vine
but she had a silver spoon
just for a sip of wine
a scarlet drop of rain
the stars covered her
flowing down to her cries

the wind blows the melody
into the trees

swaying in the breeze
dancing to her beat
whispering in his ear
the bugler boy plays
a prowler comes up the highway
enjoying the dark

the moon shined through
she was now silvery crescent
funny how grandfather time
keeps the beat
in his creaking rocking chair
you were there
I tapped my foot
thinking something new

the dream of the spoon
enjoy the pudding
before supper time
sipping tea
my glasses fogged
a drip fell from my chin
I couldn't see lovers lane
the scarlet rain came in waves

the cemetery gates locked
tombstones spoke too loud

the sliver of a moon
slipped through
the angel stroked her harp
to soothe lost lovers
they couldn't roost
the prowler searched for darkness

you dreamed it all
singing along

he rode the roaring machine
down the two lane
when the wheel locked
he flipped over the top
she whispered his name
playing her songs into his ear

the moon now half full
had lit the hallway
as half awake
I walked and whistled
into this illusion, this dream
of an angel and her golden harp

(c) Dale Clark