A Song of Ancients

 I sing to thee,
Wind through trees
Caressing you in your absence -
A ghost in the willow softly sighing,
A crane calling out across the marsh…
 
Revelation echoes, a glimpse,
This song of ancients,
A harp and lyre,
My voice a silent choir
Drifting quietly across the sea
 
Oh, how I sing to thee!
Earth, Wind, Fire, Water -
A shape-shifting melody.
 
Dena L Moore
May 20, 2021