Ghosts and dreams
Footsteps forward
and atrás
Treading softly, whispering
Imaginations piling altars
Of ancient stone, constructing cities
In our memories. In our hearts
Turning fallow inspiration into
Hope and mirrors.
Looking glass of history and future
Tunneling the time
Pushing destiny, tugging
At the cords, short and eternal.
Lying heavy with child through
Eons of centuries, alone
and accompanied;visions of
Possibilities, creating life
And breathing faith into
The empty caverns of men’s souls.
by Terri Vaughn
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