The last great song I sang

my voice had been fading toward whisper
for years, at last, consumed
by the fiery passions within me
still hot, but cooling slowly
into embers glowing
on the edge of night.

so that, alas,
in desperate moments
what began as lullaby
became an anthem which
turned to anguished raging
before it fell into
quiet breathy memories
of the many lives I’d lived

nothing more than
an imagined melody
to accompany the dream
which had sustained me.

~Richard Summers