In the Land Beneath Falling Stars

In The Land Beneath Falling Stars there is an echo, down canyons of stone, its sorrows beg relief, yet the clouds above, each one sings on all alone as the desperate heart seeks to atone. there is a trumpet, its notes very clear, its loud aching cries, mournful into dawn's rise, each night, ghosts of laughter ring throughout dark and empty halls of fear. there is a singer, her voice booming loud its vibrations so strong, with patterns that breach, imprisoned souls defying ancient dead kings, once so very proud. R.J. Lindley, August 3rd, 1990 Free verse, ( Within Dawn's First-Born Rays )