Wednesday, February 22, 2017

From my book - TRANSITIONS


I AM NO ONE HERE



I call my name
And no one hears

The song began so long ago
I heard it once
And did not know

How clear the clouded dreams
Seen only by the blinded heart
Or so it seems

Soft and gently across my soul
Outrageous winds
Continually roll

We claim the mystery that is ours
As despair retreats
Before silent tears of joyous hours

1984

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