Disclaimer: I don't own anything/anyone of Pern.
The Harper's Farewell
Sometimes I think paper is the only thing
That understands my sorrow;
It takes my words, all mine alone,
Does not try to change or borrow.
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Silence holds sway here, over me
Alone in the darkness of the Hall
Locked deeper and darker and colder
Within my heart than during Threadfall.
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Though all around me strife and grief
Hang like tangible shrouds
Within my heart everything
Passes like the wind-torn clouds.
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Letting every emotion spill
Onto the waiting book
I release my soul to fly,
To find- but what for do I look?
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Passages dance and crisscross,
Turn after uncountable Turn
Like stanzas of a staggering dance
That everyone does learn.
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But no one will know this one,
With my hopes, dreams and fears;
This one is written for me alone
And is for no one else's ears.
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Tangled are the webs of my thoughts,
Ever coming, more and more;
All the knowledge held in Records
Is not the extent of my heart's lore.
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Do people feel what I wish them to,
As they listen to my song?
Do they truly learn from my expressions;
Does it strike them like a gong?
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I want to share with the entire world
Every emotion I feel and know
Yet how can I when only pain
Is held in me, never to go?
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Those I know go before me,
Passing into distant dust
And following them, my heart says,
Is certainly a 'must!'.
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Goodbye to all, kindred and stranger
Goodbye to trees little streams,
Goodbye to forgotten stars and winds
Goodbye to distant dreams.
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So now I bid my home farewell:
Farewell, farewell, dear Pern!
And I hope that from my writing
People can feel and learn.
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Now at the last I look up high
To the unconquerable moon,
And know I'll find peace up there:
I'll up fly there so soon…
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So soon…
