To Brady, Vauhn, and Kent

CRY OF THE LOST

Can you hear the cry of the lost above the hammering of your desires?
Sweet tone of the almost forgotten just behind the ringing in your ears.
This isn't a fairytale, so don't wish on a falling star
They can't hear you here and they're not coming back.
The world above this is falling and tomorrow you will lift up your voice.

Do you hear the cry of the ones who slide through the holes in your thought?
Her bells remind you.
Faces haunted by voided memories.
You can't see them, but they can see you.
The Clock strikes the hour and that will change.

Will you hear the cry of the fallen; their forms traded for shadows, and their eyes nought but flickering lights?
You speak of them in the deepest realms of sleep and taste their names at morn.
They flee from you as a dream for remembrance makes of their loss a reality. Do not pursue them.
Do not make them real.
Can you hear them--
The cries of the lost?