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The Journey Hues of Blues No Title T'is I Dance of the Eagles Life's Castles Fading Dreams Hush-Hush
" T'is I "
‘T'is
I oh’ damsel fair and far, Ophelia!
I
see nymphs on the horizon!
Garbed
in veils of misty blue fantasia,
Mirages
dancing on the ocean.’
Haunting,
beckoning knight Cyrano,
On
his steed Sylvano, he did arrive.
In
flashing, shining, silver armor.
His
banner flaring blue, red and white.
‘Tis
I, the Cyrano’, he shouted at the gates,
‘Lower
the bridge, open the portal!
I
come in peace to see Ophelia’, so he states.
‘No
ghost I am but mortal.’
Smiling,
Lady Ophelia lowered her loom,
On
which she wove her soulish dream,
With
pounding heart she left her lofty room,
To
make her presence known to him.
The
bridge was lowered, the portal opened wide,
A
fanfare resounded through the land,
Ophelia
expecting Cyrano to enter with might,
Dismounting
his steed, kissing her hand.
She
beheld the yawning, empty frame of the gate,
Star
dust covering the trail beyond,
Cyrano
was gone, she had arrived too late,
Leaving behind an unsung song.
What
fate the Nornes had spun for them to bear?
For
Cyrano, the minstrel and knight,
For
Lady Ophelia, the wench so lonely and fair,
Alas, the dream she embraces tight.
Back
to her dark blue loom she returned with a smile,
Adding
colors of silver and gold,
Studding
it with gems, patterns burning bright,
For
Cyrano’s eyes soon to behold.
Ute Németh
(10.28.99)
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