I carry your voice
Inside me
Like a fire,
Lighting the way
Through a world
And a future
I must face
Without you.
But that voice
Is softer now,
And smaller now,
Diminished by years
Long as ages.
Your song comes clearly
Only in my dreams,
Where the waking mind
Cannot tread.
So I linger
In your memory,
In love with someone
Time has changed
And time has aged.
In love with shadows
Of recollections,
Half forgotten
Yet remembered.
In love with nothing
But the ghost
And the whispers
Of someone
Who long since
Does not exist.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia