Lucy of the Seven Songs
The first she hummed as a solitary tune
That woke the surrounding countryside;
The second, the sound of a desert dune
As it flows over lakes where the seas have died;
The third came softly, like a whisper set free
Or the tinkling of crystal sunset bells;
While the fourth, I noticed, was directed at me -
A somber, solitary tale she tells;
The fifth caught a breeze that stirred my love
And covered my hand like a silken hunting glove;
The song numbered sixth I could never recall
Though I tried for years, this I knew not at all
That the final one would reflect my fears -
Her songs were never meant for mortal ears.
