“The Lyre” by Chance Wilhite

I know where the lyre lays.
if you listen, you can hear it;
those frayed strings
still echoing the tune of
lovers lost in shadows and light.

It lays in the dancing trees,
but also in the grass next to
a slithering snake.
And you can hear it in the cadence
of tears beating softly into the dirt.

It lays in the journey of those
driven to the depths for love;
Who dared to charm Cerberus,
crossed the river Styx and,
softened the heart of Hades?

It lays in the silent footsteps,
in the doubt and the fear,
of soulmates
ascending into uncertainty.
And I know why Orpheus looked back.

I know where the lyre lays,
still echoing the tune of
lovers lost in shadows and light.
And my Eurydice, oh, my Eurydice,
she calls for me there.