Saturday, 04 February 2012
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By Moira Nelson  My lord, impious, perhaps arrogant,is banished to the Shadowlands for unintended slight. Good morrow love How pale and cold you lie. You greet me now with hollow eyes and melancholy smile I beg thee, stay a while . . . a while . . . A while? Forever and a day! But you are gone so far away And I must walk in empty marble halls, My footsteps soft and slow and wandering. My tears are bright upon the stones I tread, A prisoner of half-remembered dreams. Moira Nelson is a versatile performer whose performances include the harp, piano, guitar and vocals, as well as composing, arranging and recording. She is a poet and songwriter. To see more of her work and buy her CDs, visit: willowmyst.com, cdbaby.com/all/moira, www.myspace.com/moiranelson. |
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