Another lovely room

Song for Lyalla Ellylandrastyn

Do your dreams whisper dread? What hope-filled song
Are you singing, daughter? What tune drives dance
Urgent as heartbeats, needful as the chance
Gained by prayer and faith? And for how long?
Have you sung, dreaming where you would belong
Thought destiny? Prophecy! Circumstance
Entreats you to change; Providence’s glance
Reminds dream too long absent—far too long!

Daughter of gone ghosts, hymn us all delight
Ringing among stars between moons: Power
Attracts like and opposite. Must you fight,
Suspend judgment in that darkest hour—
Transported beyond that dark circumstance . . .
Yellow jasper runs red with blood and blight!
Neither buttons nor Hades fruit grow sour.

David M Pitchford
©2008