The warmth of the first spring day,
I hear your gentle music play.
A gift you bring to all who hear,
the poetic beat of your lyre.
From ancient times and legends of old,
your hypnotic music has been fortold.
A soft, warm and strange melody,
dancing into the night endlessly.
Come, stranger from a distant place,
infuse us with your warmth and face.
Your song alludes of ancient history,
A past ingrained of starlight mystery.
Today your meaning still the same.
No past has washed away your name.
I hear those words in my dream!
© by Rebecca Wiles