to you my daughters whose love I forever will sing
in the songs of silence
and to you, who gathers my tears and bury them
beneath the earth crust and rain joy each morn
on the desert fields of my agony
I sing these notes in memory of you
these are rhymes graciously strung with intent
than words that are scentless but ageless with love
they sing for you in a passion of dearness
and they come from a song-less tongue
who in the deepening of dawn awakes
with warm wild winter winds with a love
to sing you songs in silence and to celebrate
floods of dreams nursed for you
today the dreams are freed by storms
and the floodgates are loosened by desires
that the heart may pour out torrents of love
stored in the heart many seasons ago
come lets harvest dreams and drive
sleeping selves out of swarms and move
through grieves to joy-fields praising the Moon
who stood by a father’s dream till the sun arrived
in the songs of silence
and to you, who gathers my tears and bury them
beneath the earth crust and rain joy each morn
on the desert fields of my agony
I sing these notes in memory of you
these are rhymes graciously strung with intent
than words that are scentless but ageless with love
they sing for you in a passion of dearness
and they come from a song-less tongue
who in the deepening of dawn awakes
with warm wild winter winds with a love
to sing you songs in silence and to celebrate
floods of dreams nursed for you
today the dreams are freed by storms
and the floodgates are loosened by desires
that the heart may pour out torrents of love
stored in the heart many seasons ago
come lets harvest dreams and drive
sleeping selves out of swarms and move
through grieves to joy-fields praising the Moon
who stood by a father’s dream till the sun arrived
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