Dreams carry me across
a mysterious land
Where the voice of my fathers
so gently commands
It echoes now softly
in words only sung
A joyous recital
my soul rewoven and spun
I never can stay there
I've begged till I weep
Until with barely a whisper
I'm roused from my sleep
But as darkness then falls
on my world once again
A new dream will come calling
to guide me within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January,2016)
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