Guest poem sent in by Shalini Umachandran
(Poem #1646) Fata Morgana
O sweet illusions of song That tempt me everywhere, In the lonely fields, and the throng Of the crowded thoroughfare! I approach and ye vanish away, I grasp you, and ye are gone; But ever by night and by day, The melody soundeth on. As the weary traveller sees In desert or prairie vast, Blue lakes, overhung with trees That a pleasant shadow cast; Fair towns with turrets high, And shining roofs of gold, That vanish as he draws nigh, Like mists together rolled -- So I wander and wander along, And forever before me gleams The shining city of song, In the beautiful land of dreams. But when I would enter the gate Of that golden atmosphere, It is gone, and I wonder and wait For the vision to reappear.
A friend introduced me to the Wondering Minstrels about three years ago but all this time I've just been content to read the poetry that landed in my inbox and feel glad that someone made the effort to brighten up my day. Today, I actually decided to find out who the Thomas, Martin and Sitaram were. I know, I've really left it a long time, but then... at least I looked at the site now. And I thought I'd send in this poem because somehow it seemed to go with the idea of wondering minstrels wandering along, seeking songs of the wood that make you feel better. shalini [Links] Explaining the allusion in the title: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fata_Morgana