I heard the mermaids singing
I do not think they will sing to me,
I am old and full of years
look like a dawn voyager on a troubled sea
The silence in my soul is deafening
so tired of waiting for the day to dawn,
crushed beneathe a load of care,
silent among the elite like a fawn
I want to slip under the waves
let Orpheus lead the savage race,
from out of the dark door of the secret earth
a solitary figure moves in silent grace
The wind whispers past the sand dunes
stars like icicles hang on black velvet sky
if all the world and Love were young
i'd. E holding you now as my soul does fly
Tho I am old now and full of years
I recall her youth, the garden in her face
eyes like fountains so crystal clear
held tight by her with angelic gace
Hug
Kathy
Love ya!
Jane
Ron
It is the journey of life with all it's sadnesses and cares that allows such words to come forth..
Your last four lines..
...sheer beauty and grace...
Diana...