Time and Tide

No scarring blade or scorching flame
Can wipe the memory of your name
Oceans rise and mountains fall
Still I hear your whispered call

Pale moon rise as dark shapes fly
Between bright diamonds in a star-pocked sky
Bare trees dance as the cold wind blows
Second chance is granted to the heart that knows

Time and tide wait for no man
Long ships sail towards fertile lands
Sea waves crash against painted shields
Tides will turn but the sea never yields

No howling beast; no serpent’s fang
Can snatch away this burning flame
Our love lives on in the wind and sea
Our waves beat on the shores eternally

Time and tide wait for no man
Long ships sail towards fertile lands
Sea waves crash against painted shields
Tides will turn but the sea never yields

Copyright 2018 Donald Paul Harris

To The Ends Of The Earth

What do you see when you open your eyes
And look towards the gathering skies
Can you see the stars and hear their burning cry?
Each star that formed in the distant past
And from its core starlight was cast
Through the eons traveled to find your searching eyes

To the ends of the earth where dragons be
Howling winds toss a raging sea
Lots are cast for destiny
But your love is ever with me
To the ends of the earth where dragons fly
Spirits reign over earth and sky
Time is lost to eternity
And forever all time shall it be

Come along with me we’ll sail the sea
As we journey long to our destiny
Will it be great fortune or eternal infamy?
So open wide an enquiring mind
And lay your assumptions gently aside
You will never learn ’til your eyes are ready to see

But your love is ever with me
And forever all time shall it be

copyright 2018 Donald Paul Harris

The Bard

A bard, a druid, a magic man
Gazed across the sea
His harp, Clarsah, was in his hand
His fingers strummed her nine bronze strings

The music fought the wind for supremacy
Turned the sea mist into voices of deep longing
The embodiment of living melancholy
Underneath was an insistent beat
Like the thud of a mighty heartbeat

The people on the shore heard music on the wind
They wondered where it could be coming from
The people stopped their work and tried to comprehend
From the sea there came the echo of drums

I never heard a harp like that before
A woman’s cry of courage, hope, and fear
There’s never been music like that before
It’s almost too beautiful to bear

Is this music a warrior’s eulogy?
Or a woman bearing a child?
The Bard kept playing on the harp’s nine strings
Music radiant, sensual, and wild

12/23/2017