The road wound white Through the darkness Running before me Running behind me A silver thread Leading me home Life before me Death behind me On either side Cliffs of stone Hung like clouds Veined with blood Lakes of tears Glimmered softly Huge and old As human sorrow And she walked behind me, her steps as light as rain Her grave clothes crumbling around her Stumbling on the path like a woman in a dream And sometimes the blood waking in her bruised flesh Hurt her, and she moaned, and I heard her Crying I fixed my gaze Forward always As my longing Reached behind me How I longed To comfort her How I longed To hold her close At last I saw The dayworld light Bright before me Like a blessing And in my joy I turned to speak In my joy I looked behind me For one moment I saw her face, her eyes as dark as rain Her grave clothes crumbling around her Standing on the path like a woman in a dream And then the blood cooled in her bruised flesh And I stood alone on the lip of the world Crying My song after that was a world of mourning They said that the trees woke to listen And that all living things ran to hear my voice But I was playing only for the dead to hear me And the dead were deaf, alone in their shadows, Crying
From Night Songs, a music theatre work commissioned by Bell Shakespeare's Mind's Eye.
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She told me her death dream
Of crossing the abyss
On a lonely bridge
That I would try to follow
But not be allowed to pass
How I cried and cried
When she was gone
And I could not follow
Even now Orpheus' song
Breaks my heart
Lovely Yamabuki, thanks for posting!
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