Songs of the dead

I hear the voices of

the dead.

 sing the songs of life.

Their songs of life

follow me.

I need to stop and listen.

Their songs are

in the breeze

that rustles the light of the stars

Their songs are

in the morning

when the sun says hello

Their songs are

 the choruses of calm and peace

dancing in the meadows

I hear their songs

above the red rock canyons.

 wafting in the wind.

Their songs sing to me

through the hawks that soar above

and the lizards that flit across the rocks

 they  sing the songs of nature.

It is the force that creates my soul.

Without their voices

my soul would be lost.

                                   gs batty