The Voices Of The Ancestors

I Hear the Symphony
Inside a Me
I Hear the Words
They are Not Mine
They are just Flowin' thru Time

I Hear their Voices
I made some bad Choices
But still they Found a Way
To come and Visit Me
Can you See what I See

I feel their Presence
Somehow I Feel their Essence
They come to Me and Share
These are the Ancestors
The Ones who went Before

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I do hear my grandfather voice, when I speak my friend.
"They come to Me and Share
These are the Ancestors
The Ones who went Before"
I hear the whispers of my kind mentors. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Healing Star]

thanks Coyote - keep carryin' on.