19 September 2012
If the sound of my lyre Could travel like air waves To reach you while asleep When the moon gleams at its peak; If its echoes will be repeatedly Whispered by cherubim Like a church bell from afar, Faint but sharp, Distinguished from the noise That prevails in the sky On a stormy night; If the music being played At the tower where I wait Could transcend beyond the plains And mountains that keep us apart; Then you will worry no more Nor yield to uncertainties, For what you shall hear Is my heart articulating The sweet promise of a love That's for you alone to hold; Never to break and never to end.
©danabelle
Music Of My Heart • Opuss № I