Sunday, October 17, 2010

No One Has Heard

No one can hear the song another sings
We cannot even hear our own; we have no words
Only tones—rising to the rough surface of our lives
Then sinking back down into the quiet, calm mystery of our dreams

Songs of dread and memory, songs of longing, color and light
We may believe we know—but it is not possible
Though we have come together many times in the dark to create each other

In fire and earth, wind and rain
In light and shadow all soul songs are moving and mingling
Near to us, urgent and silent as grief

Our songs can never be known-- though it is our life's work

Beyond this plane we have met
There we will meet again –
And sing— a choir of blue air and bright stars

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