If I should die tonight <br />and my bones laid in the earth <br />would my voice not be the wind <br />and the sun my smile? <br />I am the blood in your veins; <br />all the lives I have lived <br />have been, in this way, <br />transmuted to new life <br />flowing from your heart to mine. <br />I am the beat of the Bodhrán <br />and the touch of the line on water <br />I am the thought unbidden <br />the instinct that springs - <br />If you listen not to me, <br />then you ignore yourself, <br />and silence your own voice. <br />I am the string plucked, <br />the note quivering <br />the dream sung by voices <br />you remember from your cradle. <br />I am the silent watch of the nights <br />and the first breath of morning <br />because you carry me always in your heart<br /><br />Geraldine Moorkens Byrne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ancestor-2/
