There is singing in the night,
upon summer's sultry dreams,
that rocks the soul to sleep,
in dreams of youth and fireflies.
Heaven watchful from above,
all slumber in this house,
but beats the heart in longing,
where life remains the same.
None will remember this summons,
sealed within our bones,
and clothes the spirit in harmony,
sent by winds that carry angels,
who peer into our souls.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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