Spirit Voices

I thought I heard the voices deep inside my head

Calling quiet ‘cross the years of memories long dead

But as I listened ever close, much to my surprise

Those voices told of things to come and doorways open wide

 

Although each voice was not my own I came to recognize

That each one held a bit of soul long lost behind these eyes

Like spirit sparks that whisper on against the coldest wind

To light the path in darkest night until the day begins

 

I wish I knew what I once knew when we were very young

When life was more than just a game though the times we had were fun

Even now we laugh a lot except the joke has changed

Some seeds we planted never grew and dreams got rearranged

 

I know we can’t go home again no matter what the cost

The road back leads not to the past nor to those things we lost

Mistakes we make are not unmade by simply planting over

Old memories are always new; they grow to fit the story

 

But I shall tend this tale to cultivate the fairest flower true

I’ll water in the nourishment that came to me from you

And may the glow of souls a-shining, given always free

Expand to fill the universe with boundless energy

 

 

Thomas Hubbard (10/30/2007)

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