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