every thing you say/every thing you sing

will be remembered/vibrations ring
then reside within the visible and invisible landscape
emotions cling like film to our memories
until we become what we recall/all is never lost
to be remembered is a giving and a gift
Harmonies exist -within us and around
When you speak,birds find wings
When you sing, they soar above dark clouds
"The way out is the way in"
As you recall those whose example touched your skin
so too/they become living again,fleshed in your dreams
This is as old as cave  and plant and fire-
desire is the warmth we give
Response the chorus we receive
When you speak,whole libraries rise and fall
When you sing,Akashic Records are recalled
This is the way it will always be-rivers round mountains
We are sustained by our living memories
For AL GRIERSON via STEVE BROOKS,MADELEINE MERCIER