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By Ali Date: 2001 May 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.30.08.30.4750]] |
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Speaking softly, in my ear The future calls, using the voice of the past Showing me what I thought lost, is no longer so... The darkness is stired, by the promise A promise made, but not spoken So, the light prevails And I, blinking furiously, open my eyes To see the tears I cried, were not in vain I stand here,clear-eyed, for the first time,in a long while And it is, indeed, a welcome change... My ears hear sounds that were not there, yesterday Or were, perhaps, simply inperceptible to my ear I hear the voice of tomorrow, calling out loudly Borrowing the voice of yesterday And still, at the same time, see that which I have missed Right there, in front of me, hand outstretched I answer back the silent promise, with one of my own And I smile at him, as I take his hand... |