Visions of Heroes, Muses, Bards
Enablers Of Celestial Sounds
In times of old did we all dwell
amid lessons learnt but too oft, dismissed
When wore we light beams above our crowns
and heaven's lips, we kissed
Upon hearing the song of bards at night
we are reminded of those days
Each one of us an actor, dancer, a teller of tales
in these universal plays
Amid joy and tears, laughter and war
did we strive to seek our way
And still we wonder, where for do we go?
If not for the dreams of yesterday
Those faces and figures in battle, etched
on the side of a Grecian vase
Were once breathing, living beings
Grimaced faces, eyes fixed in terror or amazement recount the saga that was
but a theater for some mighty deity, all knowing, infinite in seeing
To those aged heroes we pay homage, we salute they who dared
to write their names upon the sky, as gods to be compared
The dead, and the living are all the same
you see, immortality demands a price
Eternally we ask, that ancient question...
will our deeds at last, oh dear and beloved hearer of this verse...suffice!
Grecian Vase, Ismail Butera
There are many stories from the distant past that seemingly come to life, painted upon the sides of ancient Greek pottery.
Click here to listen to the recitation 'Grecian Vase'
Courtesy, Soundworks Recording Studios
Photo courtesy Aleksandr Grinberg
Ismail Among The Maya Of The Yucatan
Artwork, Joan Chiverton