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To Sing You Down

While in heaven
Our ghosts are tears
I come here to this place
Where songs are born
To sing you down
So you can fill my throat
With voices other than my own
I bring you down in remembrance and honor
Ghost warriors descending
Singing the great deeds of our ancestors
Bewailing their deaths
Weeping for songs
Crying for a vision
Only borrowed from the other world
These are not forever here and
We merely come to dream
Through many restless wanderings.

© Melissa Fry Beasley

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Melissa Fry Bealsey is a Cherokee Poet, Writer, Advocate, and Activist from Oklahoma. She is proud to have red dirt running through her veins. You can find her work in print and online. Visit Melissa's site, The Bee's Knees

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