stonedsour's Diaryland Diary

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The Musician And The Maid

The maiden ventured from the town
with golden hair and emerald gown.
She traveled with determined air;
she traveled far, our lady fair.
And traveling paths unknown to men,
she prayed that they would meet again.
She left to find the man who played
the flute in absence of the day.

And when she came upon the tree
where she had promised she would be,
our maiden fin'lly paused to rest;
here she would hear the music best.
For just a moment all was still
she held her breath in waiting till
she heard the music play at last--
and then her soul began to dance.

The beat of her heart kept steady time
and to this song there was no rhyme;
no word was said, this hallow day;
there still was silence from the maid.
So our musician, lost from view
kept playing his sweet, melodious tune.
There in the forest evergreen
occurred this quaint, forbidden scene.

The music floated on the breeze
and wound its way thru tow'ring trees.
Musician's magic worked its art
upon our mystic maiden's heart.
So underneath the stars that night,
beneath the moon's majestic light
the maiden danced; the artist played;
true love grew here, 'tween man and maid.

3:35 p.m. - 2006-11-08

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