A myth-song about the mineral mica. I was inspired by Galadrielle's Song. from Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings - A part of that is quoted making up the last verse of my song.
Ever was but now I am And chose I mortal form
To taste the apple and the pear To feel the sun and storm
Crossed eternal starry sea The never ending night
To rest upon the sandy shore And view the morning light
One hundred years passed as a day And then I felt bereft
And looked above a starry hosts And longed for what I’d left
Three messengers had I retained Three messengers of flight
Falcon, moth, and turtle dove “Fly high into the night”
One thousand years passed as a day And one by one they came
Weary travelers from afar All with a sad refrain
"Foolish Mica, ever bright Why did you have to roam?
You stayed too long, and were forgot So far away from home”
Then I turned my face from them And toward the setting sun
Still and silent like a stone And stone I did become
Ten thousand years of sun and storm Crushed me to sparking dust
Three winged friends spread my remains O’er all the earth’s hard crust
"And if of ships I now should sing What ship would come to me?
What ship would bear me ever back
Across so wide a sea?"