As
A young man I made
Many
a dire plan
To
find an angel
Who’d
take me from a life
I
no longer wished to live
Racing,
I made my way
To
what, I deemed
a
final resting place
It
was here, where she first came to me
Grabbing
hold my hand and arm, she
So
easily disarmed the pain which grew inside
Granting
me the comfort there, to see the truth behind the lies
In
her embrace, within her grasp
I
knew she would ne’er deceive
Even
knowing this, I knew, her
caress
could never last
And
as her gaze began to shy apart from my own
she
whispered what I most desperately had to know
Four
words were then bestowed unto me
Four
words, to forever alter, all I’d hear, all I’d ever see
“
It’s not your time”
Ay
ay ay ay
From
the sky
An
angel cried
Ay
ay ay ay
From
the sky
She
saved my life
For
years I’d think in dream
Of
how she appeared to me
Simple
it is, to recall, how I’d felt
Enrapt,
aglow, her love, alive within this altered shell
This
time though was long since past
And
many suns and moons had elapsed
I’d
grown old
And
looking back
I
now realized, that without her appearing then
None
of this would ever be,
The
lifetime of love we shared entwined
Gone,
with all the rest my memories
Ay
ay ay ay
From
the sky
An
angel cried
Ay
ay ay ay
From
the sky
She
saved my life
But
today I understand
No
one can predict the fate of man,
No
one knows how or why,
When
it will first start
Or
where it will find its end
And
that is why I die today
It’s
my time; I accept, I must
there
is no rhyme; there is no reason why
Let
faith be strong; I must entrust
That
one day she’d return for me
In
a light that’s forever long
Ay
ay ay ay
From
the sky
An
angel cried
Ay
ay ay ay
From
the sky
She
saved my life
Fading
quick
And
there she stood
Still
looking every bit the memory
She
held me tight, easing concern
I
knew what next must come to pass
This
much, I knew I’d earned
Ay
ay ay ay
Up
high
The
sky grows wide
Ay
ay ay
Ay
ay ay ay
On
her wings
We
would fly
Ay
ay ay
Val-chi-rye
Val-chi-rye
On
her wings
we
shall fly
Val-chi-rye
Val-chi-rye
Way
up high,
In
the sky,
On
Her wings,
We
will fly
Val-chi-rye
Val-chi-rye
To
Valhalla
We
shall ride
Val-chi-rye
Val-chi-rye
Past
the sky
We’ll
soon fly
On
wings
Of
Val-chi-rye
Life
begins again
Val-chi-rye
Val-chi-rye
On
wings we ride
Up
past the sky
To
Valhalla’s gates
We’ll
soon pass through
Val-chi-rye
Val-chi-rye
In
valhall
I’ll
soon be at home with you
Linked up to D'Verse for Open Link Night, where the mic's always live, and the joint's always packed, with poets each part this globe. Claudia is tending the bar tonight. Be sure to stop on by, take in some great poetry and while you're there, perhaps inspiration will strike, and you'll share one of your own as well.
Linked up to D'Verse for Open Link Night, where the mic's always live, and the joint's always packed, with poets each part this globe. Claudia is tending the bar tonight. Be sure to stop on by, take in some great poetry and while you're there, perhaps inspiration will strike, and you'll share one of your own as well.
I like how you wove in the myth and kept the rhytmic flow from beginning to end. Much can be found as one gives it a go around. There may be no rhyme or reason why but you sure let the rhyme fly, enjoyed much.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great flow!
ReplyDeleteThis one made me cry a bit, Fred. Very moving words. Reminds me of that song about the Vincent motorcycle, a bit.
ReplyDeletehope you are well. Sorry, for my absence. I'm working a lot lately. But out enjoying some great poems today.
xo
ha nice...loved your singing man...smiles....and def you set a good pacing in this...some fine story telling as well...and when it is your time it is your time...live long in the arms of the valkyrie...smiles.
ReplyDeleteI like how the young warrior seems to rush to death and glory like a lover but with maturity seems to realize it isn't his time. There's a lot of imaginative space in this one. Your recording was really impressive. How did you pull off that accent? Another stunner from you.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done with wonderful pacing and forward motion.
ReplyDeleteThis was great Fred... Loved hearing you read and then sing it too. Your have quite a nice singing voice. I'm glad it wasn't his time the first time and she came to him to let him know because, when it was truly his time, he wasn't afraid and seemed to actually be waiting to be with her. Love tales about the mythical beings and the Valkyrie are one such :)
ReplyDeleteLovely.
so many of us wish there was someone or something to take us from where we are, but the only one we can depend on is ourselves
ReplyDeleteSome serious character assimilation here fred...
ReplyDeletegetting deep into the piece digging around for
essence and a reality embedded within your own
creation... took me to the idea of my ancestors
in the old country, spinning a yarn and dreaming
of heroic tragedy... your commitment is infectious
and drives the piece...gives it heart and invests me
in its deliverence...
big up bother!!!
Very descriptive - kept it all in the now while progressing through time and space. A mythic poem, indeed. Well done.
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed the reading Fred-most bardish, or more accurately, skaldic. Valkyrie is such a universal image, I think far more feminine than the christian angels, many of whom seem to be rather stern men...but valkryries, as in your poem, have that haunting feminine give, the ambiguity of their nature yet the clarity of thier purpose--very feminine. Anyway, those are the thoughts your warrior's death sing made me think. Enjoyed it very much.
ReplyDeleteFading quick
And there she stood
Still looking every bit the memory
Haunting.
very cool..read it first and thought..wow...that refrain reads like a song..and then i listened to the recording...way cool fred..
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem...great storytelling.
ReplyDeleteVery pretty singing, and as ayala says, great storytelling. A ballad really. k.
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