Treasure Island

Dove Allen

(10-18-58 / Detroit, MI, USA)

Echoes


Echoes of a whisper in the valley of my dreams
Say to my heart don’t give up on life it seems
Shadows of yesterday’s hope cloud my eyes today
While tears of joy my soul sings as I quietly pray

In short measures of time the day does go by
As quick as the sun travels across the endless sky
Wisdom of the ages fills my thirsty ears
As I listen for the answers in my silver years

I have walked the road less taken today by others
In my quest for more insight of my mothers
Alas it is a circle of life more precious than gold
These women of the past have proof of the old

To fill the mind of every child born we must carry
The words of love of the sweet Virgin Mary
The Queen of the Angels does hear our cries, the need
Of every woman and man, in thought, word and deed

Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010
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