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Moon Night Wind


I heard the voice

Of a man

I couldn’t see

Who spoke a language

I couldn’t understand

Who dreams a dream

Of a life

Returned or free

Just a man

Nation-less

With somewhere to be



I found a mirror lost

In a desert sand

Time falling from my hands



I heard a man

Who dares to speak

Finger drawn words

And dirty window seasons



Moon night wind

In a poet’s words

I heard in language free

Reasons to bleed

Reasons to believe



I heard the voice

Of a man i could see

Whispering tree

In a language

A man could understand

A cross a tree

Of life, growing in a deep sand.

Jude Aher*

and thanks for the beautiful words.
i heard his refrain when the signal changed he was playing real good, for free. joni mitchell
http://www.judeaher.com/

NOTE:An American poet and soul mate who catch the sound of the men walking in a chain.He host my articles in his web site.he send this poem for me and it is about me.

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