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, songs of memory, songs of longing
we may believe we know— 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 color and light and in shadow--
all soul songs are moving and mingling
near to us, urgent and silent as grief
No one has heard--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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