To Guide Me Within

Dreams carry me across

  a mysterious land

 

Where the voice of my fathers

  so gently commands

 

It echoes quite softly

  in words only sung

 

A joyous recital,

  rewoven and spun

 

I never can stay there,

  I’ve begged till I weep

 

And with barely a whisper,

  I’m roused from my sleep

 

But when darkness befalls

  on my world once again

 

A new dream will come calling

   —to guide me within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)

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