So just sit down and listen son,
but not to me for I am gone.
Sit here in your place of peace,
from whence you came, where you began.
Listen to your memories,
carried by the soughing wind.
Echoes of the past are yours,
borne by rhythm of heart’s time.
Remember good and cling to love,
delight in times of laughter shared
For my life flows within your veins,
my love for you it still remains.
So just sit down and listen son,
let silence reign now pain is done
Let peace begin to heal your soul,
rebuild your heart and make you whole.
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The Tree of Dreams
PoetryRandom poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the...
