simonhlilly

your voice

your voice like a loving sea murmuring
and me again oblivious lost in mazing pattern.
we weave and are woven, a cloth to keep us warm
and a fire for light and for a future.
bedded together, dibbed between hills,
hammocked in cloud and sun
between two singing rivers
under a patient sky.
and the dead so close to us
we can feel their breath and dream their dreams
and live for them a fresh life
with the same old sorrows and joys
as ever it was upon this earth.

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