It is the whales' song of tearful chords.
Those graceful guardians of the sea
Who remind us all of past worlds' lore.
What is that tearful weeping
from azure horizons and fathoms deep?
It is the whales' song of tearful chords.
Beyond the world's wooded edge
Man forgets to listen and ignores
who reminds us all of past worlds' lore.
A verse echoes across the wide miles
a mixed melancholy harmony of psalms.
It is the whales' song of tearful chords.
On a never leaving horizon we ride
hunting to silence the old generation.
Who will now remind us of our past world's lore?
Earth's pandemonium culminates its fate;
If only Man had paused to God's "Beware!"
This was the whales' song of tearful chords
who once reminded us of past worlds' lore.
(~revised 2012)
