The Guild Fanucci

Where the waters run clear
© 2005 George Reed

Where the waters run clear by a great northern mere
and cities in pair meet the sky.
Where music is fine and subtle as wine
and the songs of long gone are let fly.

When a falcon may call in breaking of fall
You can hear a melody play.
It rarely is heard amid gentle words,
At least for the many long days.

In a soft, rising note, leaving day far below
It has risen to heaven to dwell.
Above the high vale in the heart of the pale
Where the Gryphon knows the land well.

By far distant place it sings for a space
And softens the storms all around.
They say the fair dove can inspire great love
Where ever such magic be found.

As the waters run clear in a far northern mere
When children stretch wing and take flight
I have seen, I have heard the magical words
Of fellows. Of kindred at night

In a king’s hall I have to recall
The words my master bade me.
Never regret, and never forget
And always remember to see

The jewel before you as heaven rewards you
For good deeds you have done
Heed not the cost or small battles lost
If the war in the end it is won.

Where music is fine, and subtle as wine
And the songs of long gone are let fly.
When December has come and journey is done
Take your place. Be at home in the sky.