She’s been walking by the river bed, Waiting for a stranger to... Ask her for a dance or two... But to her dismay...
She’s accompanied by sirens bare, Waiting for her to sing, But she sadly cannot indulge them, For she’s waiting for a King.
Silently she objects, Her thoughts drifting away. She moves with subtle elegance, And undisputed grace.
Along the silence waters She strides with uncertainty Silently chanting: “Oh, where is he?”
Sirens: “Where is he?”
“The one who my heart yearns for”
Sirens: “The One that her soul seeks.”
“Night and day, I pray”
Sirens: “She prays for a King.”
“I want ...”
Sirens: “What is it you want?”
“I want to sing.”
Sirens: “Why can you not?”
“I need – a – king. To hold me in the winter nights And in the summer glaze I’m waiting for a gallant knight To fall upon my gaze. True of mind and fierce of heart He is the one for me Thus my serene sisters, I cannot sing.”
Troubled is she... Dazzled is she... Unsettled is she... Haunted is she... She is waiting for a stranger to... Ask her for a dance or two... But to her...
DELIGHT
The light! Opening in the east The sounds... Of trumpets Filling the autumn breeze
Voices and choices Swirling and twirling Asking her to dance
She sites: “My feet cannot stop me, Nothing can stop me! Tonight is the night, That I... Will find... My King”
(Female dancers) “Now she is set Nothing can stop her (Male dancers) “She has woke up From her slumber” (In harmony) “She is determined Willing to find her One and only Love!”
But alas...
Darkness settles Like dew As she’s panting And grasping Sirens: An illusion, A fake reality, Has been molded Before her Breaking her subtlety Slowly she is falling Screaming and crawling!
**The Nightmare....
This is poem transfigured into a musical, but still with poetic/lyrical quality