Life's Mystic Dream

Voices from the grave, haunting my soul's core, Echoing truth, bidding me to explore. Tales of the past, secrets they confide, Whispers of wisdom, my doubts they override. A gentle breeze rustles through ancient trees, Their voices calling, igniting memories. Each word echoes, a chime that resonates, Guiding my steps, through life's pensive gates. How they enthrall, with tales of love and woe, Their voices beckon, wherever I may go. Like a symphony played on an ancient lyre, Their whispers breathe life into my desire. Though shadows may fall, and darkness may creep, Their voices assure, my journey's not steep. In each cryptic murmur, a message they bring, Through death's veil, their wisdom's song does sing. For the voices from the grave, they do not deceive, In moments of doubt, they help me believe. A bridge they create, between realms unseen, Guiding my purpose, in this life's mystic dream. So let them call, these voices profound, For in their embrace, my certainty is found. In unity they exist, beyond life's boundary, Completed cycle, intertwined, our destiny.