Immrama (A Soul Quest)

She's here again my owl, my friend,

I can hear her call.

Her black and wingspread silhouette

Is cast upon my wall.

Her voice an ancient echo,

Of what has gone before.

I climb upon her feathered back,

And through the air we soar,

She takes me to the Ferryman,

Upon a distant shore.

(Chorus)

If life's a symphony,

sing along, sing along.

Each note a harmony

in our song, in our song.

I place a coin into his hands

This voyage to undertake.

So silent I can hear my breath,

His craft, it leaves no wake.

A Lady stands upon the shore

She's reaching out her hands

Her face as silver as the Moon

I step upon the land,

And tears of joy fall from my eyes,

For now I understand.

She takes me to a distant cave,

With a door of stone.

A place of rest, a silent tomb,

I step inside alone.

And then I see familiar shapes

Of things I've known before,

Toys that meant so much to me,

Are scattered on the floor.

And all the things I keep inside,

And try hard to ignore

My first guitar, a long-lost friend,

A time I nearly fell,

And my Grandmother's music box,

With the tune I knew so well.

Faces of lovers come and gone,

A glass full of tears,

And as I watch they fade away

Back into distant years

All a part of who I am,

My hopes and dreams and fears

I wake to greet a brand new day,

But see what I have found,

A feather and a silver coin,

Are lying on the ground….