Songs of Magic and Time
Byron Gordon
Copyright © 2011 Byron Gordon
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Cover Art by Joseph Wheatley
Original Image Courtesy of NASA
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Table of Contents
6. Savior
7. The Choice
10. Season of Fall
11. Hail Winter
'Ave you ever set an' watched the moon, asitting in the sky?
Or winked at the twinkling stars, as they floated by?
'Ave you ever listened to the sea, 'eard it's steady beat?
Watched the waves creep to the shore, where the sand they meet?
'Ave you ever 'eard the 'aunting cry, of gulls winging away?
Or watched the fishes as they fly, far off the lonely cay?
'Ave you ever seen the mermaids fair, upon forbidden shore?
Or tasted freedom on salty air, longing always for more?
'Ave you ever felt the rolling deck, 'eave beneath your feet?
'Eard the creak of beam as ship sails on, 'orizon to meet?
'Ave you ever watched the Spirit o' God, paint atop the sea?
With strokes o' red, the Sun's new bed, glorious beyond belief.
An' 'ave you ever wondered why a man, longs for power and gold?
When freedom and love, the sea an' God, will keep 'im till 'e's old.
A gentle glow in eastern sky marks the coming morn
The clouds so dark, with stormy mood, as the sun is reborn.
Ten points to starboard! Ahoy! What's hanging in the air?
The morning star stands in morning night, hanging up there.
Is he darkling or is he light? Why does he outlast the night?
As undecided, a man on edge, holding fast with fading might
Could a prisoner he be? Eyes desiring the sweet morn's light?
Or does he, tiring of night, wait only to feast upon this sight?
Or could a darkling soldier be? Last to flee before sun's rays,
Keeping vigil with the moon, clear through the morning haze.
The path to answers lies in asking, according to the book,
But asking him draws no answers, he merely shoots a look.
The labmen tell us he's a planet, a mighty orb far away,
But to us lucky, uneducated few, in our hearts he'll stay
As the morning star, the mightiest warrior of the night,
The only man of that silver van to stand within the light.