To Her Delight
The Songbird and the Sirens

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....