Thursday, February 02, 2006

Of Ancestors

Lost in tomorrow
is the song of yesterbeen,
when I will foretell
of what I forgot to be
when I get another chance.

For I am right now
what I have always known,
but have been taught to believe instead;
and my father's father back unfold
must laugh at what could said.

For hist'ry retold
is as smoke unto the fire,
and ashes are nothing
compared with the warmth once shared
when I was taught to sing.

Look then to the mists,
my daughter, my love, my son;
for the songs we sing and joyful dance
still live in the soul's timeless view,
when all the words are gone.

2 Comments:

At 5:26 PM, Blogger Lois said...

I love this piece of poetry Faucon. ..........................
The last verse makes my heart feel sad...But tis' true that the times shared in our past will live forever in our souls,one hopes that twill be so in our sons and daughters as well..
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Look then to the mists
my daughter ,my love, my son
for the songs we sing and joyful dance
still live in the soul's timeless view,
when all the worlds are gone.
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This is from my little book of collected sayings.....

"Sometimes a person has to go back,really back- to have a sense,an understanding of all that's gone to make them - before they can go foward"....
- Paule Marshall..

This could perhaps refer to the Isle of Ancestors...

Lois (muse of the sea) 3.2.06

 
At 3:24 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

I think you are right Lois. We are all different and different things were expected of us. All part of the never ending chain, nonetheless.

 

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