MY HARP AND LUTE 

                  copyright 1989 W.J.Bethancourt III 

My Harp and Lute are wood and wire, 
   crafted lovingly and slow 
Their music brings me from the pain 
   of this frail World here below 
and takes me to the Doors of Heav'n; 
   whither upward I would go. 

My Drum's a heartbeat, keeping time, 
   Marks the measure of the tune 
Counts the moments of the Dance 
   Sets the sygil of the Rune. 
On that rock I build my Song 
   Singing to the rising Moon. 

Harp and Lute, and Drum....and Words; 
   Words to sweep, and twist, and roll, 
Words the weft to weave the web 
   Woven with a single goal: 
A Web to catch My Lady's heart; 
   A Web to touch My Lady's Soul.