Headnote of Delight

Listen to Headnote of Delight by Richard Charles Stevens

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And so her sweet voice echoed through the mellowed dead of night
The northern winds they bellowed
Cross the threshold of her mind
Hers had been dépêche mode as she vowed to never let go of past lives
Even when her steps slowed
She made headnote of delight

Beating heart
The scenic art of aeons passed
The leading part of passion play
In name of the old fashioned way
With sweeping arc
Ashen grey
Her tears debarked sustaining grace untold
Every time she made way to her bathing place of old
Where each deep dream repeatedly foretold

Out of flesh
She bled the skies
Tethered land to ebbing tides
Spreading wide the swelling pride of princess on her wedding night
Eyes so wide to step inside
To idolize the ebbing tide
Revitalize the dead of night
In time to climb progressive skies
Fireflies all about her shedding light unto her leisured stride
Bled from trees
Dead leaves she blessed divine
To see them reach with ease majestic height

Beating heart
The scenic art of aeons passed
The leading part of passion play
In name of the old fashioned way
With sweeping arc
Ashen grey
Her tears debarked sustaining grace untold
Every time she made way to her bathing place of old
Where each deep dream repeatedly foretold

Out of flesh
She bled the skies
Tethered land to ebbing tides
Spreading wide the swelling pride of princess on her wedding night
Eyes so wide to step inside
To idolize the ebbing tide
Revitalize the dead of night
In time to climb progressive skies
Fireflies all about her shedding light unto her leisured stride
Bled from trees
Dead leaves she blessed divine
To see them reach with ease majestic height

And so her wings were blackest in the captive dead of night
No coup de grâce exacted
For adaptive was her flight
Even when the stars were dying
She would not see harm arising
Every heartbeat harmonizing
Every leap in calm abiding
Even when her steps slowed
Midst the northern winds mid-bellow
She skipped artful cross the threshold
To make headnote of delight

Beating heart
The scenic art of aeons passed
The leading part of passion play
In name of the old fashioned way
With sweeping arc
Ashen grey
Her tears debarked sustaining grace untold
Every time she made way to her bathing place of old
Where each deep dream repeatedly foretold
Even when her steps slowed
Midst the northern winds mid-bellow
She skipped artful cross the threshold
To make headnote of delight
And so her sweet voice echoed for all time

Out of flesh
She bled the skies
Tethered land to ebbing tides
Spreading wide the swelling pride of princess on her wedding night
Eyes so wide to step inside
To idolize the ebbing tide
Revitalize the dead of night
In time to climb progressive skies
Fireflies all about her shedding light unto her leisured stride
Bled from trees
Dead leaves she blessed divine
To see them reach with ease majestic height

Even when her steps slowed
Midst the northern winds mid-bellow
She skipped artful cross the threshold
To make headnote of delight
And so her sweet voice echoed for all time

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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