Echoes From the Past

Softened whispers transcend through the centuries As they echo at night in my dreams I can hear as they sigh when they call me Like the ripples of soft flowing streams They beseech me to always remember All the struggles of so long ago Although aeons have passed since they perished Gifts of knowledge they seek to bestow In my dreams I am reincarnated Hand-in-hand as we laugh and we play I’m not sure if they're real or imagined I just know that they taught me to pray Very clearly I see them before me Then they smile as they fade in my sleep In my mind I hold on to their memories In my heart they all dwell in the deep