I hope you enjoy my original poetry and music. Thank you for respecting my copyright.
©1994 Shawn Kendrick Hall
The only thing to break the silence
is the singing in the trees
not a sparrow nor a dove
but a goddess of the breeze
Napaea, my gaurdian
in the glen, in Lhottse high
Napaea, my gaurdian
in the wind, nymph caressing sky
she never has the same glen waking
tho yesterdays a dream
fears no future knows no past
as she frolics in the stream
The only thing to end the moment
was a whisper thru Champaigne
the moment gone and far beyond
as her bloods spilt on the plain
Napaea, lost gaurdian
in the glen, in Llano lay
Napaea, lost gaurdian
in the wind you'll see no more of day
He never asked you for her killing
though you offer her the same
blind to future that may not last
sacrifice auto-da-fé