I am lonely
As the Moon at night,
I am holy,
And I am in flight.
Having lost you,
I walk slowly by the sea,
I still listen
To the wind's intensity.
I wake up and
I see only corpse that's near,
Realizing
It plays music of the spheres.
Harps of beauty
Play with our fragile souls,
Light and deadly
They create new hectic roles.
(The Goddess of harp music invented it after having fallen asleep next to a skeleton with one sinew trembling in the wind and making a harmonious sound).
© Maryna Tchianova
© About Canola, the Celtic goddess who invented a harp.
Canola
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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