We cannot even hear our own
no words--only tones
rising to the rough surface
then sinking down into
the mystery of dreams
Songs of memory, songs of dread, songs of longing
Beyond this plane we have met
Will meet again
before birth, before earth
to create our themes and variations
all soul songs moving, mingling
quiet as grief
No one can hear
though it is our life's work
to listen and sing--
a choir in the blue air
among the stars
before birth, before earth
to create our themes and variations
all soul songs moving, mingling
quiet as grief
No one can hear
though it is our life's work
to listen and sing--
a choir in the blue air
among the stars
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