voices
Voices, idealized and loved,
of those who have died,
and those who have gone before us
voices have our dead.
Sometimes they speak to us in dreams;
sometimes in deep thought the mind hears them.
voices have our dead.
Sometimes they speak to us in dreams;
sometimes in deep thought the mind hears them.
With their sounds of their love they return
sounds of our life’s first poetry—
like music coming from a distance, fading in the night.
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