Voices
In slumber's embrace, whispers do creep,
Guiding my heart where affections do seep,
Dreams, like morning mist, can quickly evade,
Yet the voices persist, in memory's cascade.
Love's tender murmur or thoughts on a ride,
In echoes they linger, side by side,
Desires of lost love or vows to keep,
Invisible threads that emotions steep.
Chatter of kin that rouses me from night,
Guiding me forward, seeking their light,
Inspiration's whisper my soul does feed,
In the void, it's the compass I heed.
Dreams born of mind's current, voices they bear,
States of my being find their voice in the air,
Joy paints the dreams, a melody complete,
While silence breeds nightmares, voices entreat.
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