A Song Inside
A Song Inside
The dreams have come around again,
A story played that might have been.
Or history buried and lost,
Taken from us at too great a cost.
The ancient tales course in my veins,
Singing myth in sweet refrain.
Sagas alive beneath the skin,
Memory gifted and bred within.
Tales when earth was more alive,
Tales that in my bones survive.
Accounts of when life we shared,
With beasts on land and in the air.
Tales of when we knew their speech,
And heard the lessons they would teach.
When we did revere the trees,
When we knew our spirits ease.
The legends sizzle in my bones,
When Earth was more than just a home,
When she was both mother and sister,
When we did not pillage and twist her.
But all of this is more than dream,
The narrative burns through all my being.
Voices of the past night and morning,
With an insistence that feels like warning.
So, I come and of these memories speak,
Succor for Earth and creatures seek,
Abandon all this squalor and reek,
That we may recapture that mystique.
The dreams have come around again,
A story played that once had been.
A history buried and lost,
Taken from us at too great a cost.
Cliff Lake 3/17/2025
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