The Choir
I remember bells on a Christmas morn.
The cry of life from a child newborn.
My fathers laugh
Now on the breeze
My childrens prayers on bended knees.
Sweet sounds in silence
Such are these.
Ringing
In and out of my soul
Bringing peace
This cruel world stole.
I survived
I walked the wire
But when you arrived
I heard the choir.
Sweet love once whispered in my ear
My heart heard bands of angels cheer.
Then, the helpless sobbing of my mother
Heart attack
Robbing her of brother.
My dog would bark
His eyes just shone
When i came home.
- Now all are gone.
Sweet sounds in silence
Reverberate
Like dying embers in the grate,
We watch them fade
Then dissipate
To corners of our mind
That tears eventually find.
I ached for all the trains I missed.
Just one true love to light my fire.
Then
By E- mail we as good as kissed
And at my window sang
That invisible choir.
poem by Kevin East
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