Orpheus’ Call

O
The haunting of his lyre
Coils around
Wind’s symphonic sound
Orchestra of soulful sprites
And in the rests between the notes
Before Wind takes up the refrain
The golden lingering lilt
I hear again
This rhapsody of ache
The cadence of loss
His sound
Echoing through the cave of time
It calls to me
In haunting silence
Enchanting
Captivating and enthralling me
It tempts me
Enticing me
To meet him
At the fissure of time
There at that opening
Where time fragments into light
And Cerberus lies
Tamed by the magic of his sound
Yet I more
Odysseus than Orpheus
Must to the mast remain
And stay awhile in this space
Still I hear and
My soul does ache
To sit in silence
Lost in wonder at

The golden lingering lilt

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