Journey

Bella bella dancing there
with cocklecombs done in your hair
the stars are burning burning bright
and all is shining with the light
and Malgomir with blusen eyes
looks skyward with eternal guise
for man is going far and wide
forgetting ever the eternal bride
they had left through ages long
when Man had come to sound the gong
herald cry ringing new
the bell of Antvert sang of blue
when skies were wet and full of life
and forests grew amidst the strife
where ashen cities crumbled down
and Bella blue had sewn her gown
the wedding day was fast upon them
when Malgomir sang and danced in amber glen
the wedding song was chosen, trumpets all and horns and drums
for mans great journey from under the slums
and in a moment bare laid down in time
they wept for Future sake and Time
one kiss and then
in amber glen
Bella dear with ashen finger
pointed near to trumpets linger
on bright red flame they rose on air
noses pointed towards Bellas hair
in one great rush the trumpets roar
bellowed forth and through the door
Bella bright and Malgomir
ran with grace as though in dare