Voices

A smiling voice whispers
In the memory of my deafened ear,
Bringing sunshine to my ancient eyes
Awakening memories of visions
Buried in the caverns of my heart

I feel it's gentle breath
upon my weathered soul,
And remember days of old,
When friendships held mysteries untold

Refrains arise
long forgotten,
From dusty graves
That lie within
My murky mind

A silent smile dances
upon my wrinkled lips,
Straining to recall words,
Of dusty promises
Feigning some eternal bliss

A phantom hand reaches into my being,
Stirring my numbered days with
Fragrant feathered dreams
Filling my mind, my heart,
Teasing my soul
With vision of things unreal
Laying me to rest, at last
in a whispy tireless sea.