Voices
There are voices never heard –
Counted syllables in ordered measure
make gentle foot falls on the page,
where dreams etch their faint impressions
like the shallow ruts from falling leaves.
So many souls on this flattened verse
have made their quiet sounds
and moved their lips to speak;
these little sounds that never traveled.
The silent tear now cold, forgotten;
these measured syllables so finely ordered,
The voices never heard…
Copyright © Albert Lee | Year Posted 2008
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