Voices
In the misty hours before it gets bright
All in the still of the night
Not a sound can be heard
Except for an occasional bird
Looking at photos from decades ago
People you knew whom left long ago
Are they still near
When you begin to hear
Deep back in your mind
Stories they told you more than one time
It’s like they are standing there
All while you stare
In perfect pitch
Your memory turned on a switch
The sound of them speaking
Is just what you’re seeking
Voices
In the misty hours before it gets bright
All in the still of the night
Not a sound can be heard
Except for an occasional bird
Looking at photos from decades ago
People you knew whom left long ago
Are they still near
When you begin to hear
Deep back in your mind
Stories they told you more than one time
It’s like they are standing there
All while you stare
In perfect pitch
Your memory turned on a switch
The sound of them speaking
Is just what you’re seeking
Voices
In the misty hours before it gets bright
All in the still of the night
Not a sound can be heard
Except for an occasional bird
Looking at photos from decades ago
People you knew whom left long ago
Are they still near
When you begin to hear
Deep back in your mind
Stories they told you more than one time
It’s like they are standing there
All while you stare
In perfect pitch
Your memory turned on a switch
The sound of them speaking
Is just what you’re seeking