Poem – The Voices of Many

There are many voices that come into my mind and heart.
So many lifetimes that have been consumed by the love of art.
Some dance softly only in a subtle breeze.
Others arise when I am ill at ease.

I have those who silently dance under the moonlight.
They move like ghostly candlelight.
Others flow like the water in a garden.
They smile at the artful placement for a teagarden.

Some want to laugh at the delusions of man.
Others try to give wisdom where they can.
I live in a soul that has her fingers in many times.
And she is much older than all her lifetimes.

~Suzanne Wagner~