“I’ve spent a lifetime
trying to learn the language of the dead”
~ Jim Harrison from Sister in Songs of Unreason
In the quiet early hours before morning blooms
I yearn to catch their voices amid the scattered ruins
and revel in the midst of their exquisite power.
Every step beyond the veil brings me ever closer
my earthly soul craves tactile memories
but when I reach, I fail for there is empty air.
In my mind a melody plays, a mystery in song
I try to be in the essence of every note and tone
but melding falls away with approaching dawn.
I pray to understand every restless night
these ethereal beings who haunt my dreams,
roaming minstrels singing of their afterlife.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Day 15 of 28 Days of Unreason- Jilly’s