The Lover's Echo
everything dies and so everything finds –
a moment of stillness.
bereaved of its place and blessing, this body echoes
with the resonance of once luminous transcendence.
A sheath of skin and eyes like fire, you belonged to
infinite horizons – where all was bright and limitless.
where unbridled yearning collided with the unceasing
undulation of each day dawning and each night falling.
Now tinged with a haunting sorrow – never knowing
your hand in mine, your eyes and fingertips upon me.
in this far distant quarter where the Autumn moon
waxes and wanes over a now desolate landscape.
There is a tragedy of sacred places, that penetrates a
beating heart with dark echoes of once golden words.
I seek your words on every lover’s lips – rich tapestries
of gossamer dreams that carry memories of your soul.
the threads that wove you into existence, where none
but you can ever exist and here beneath is everything.
And yet, here beneath there is nothing –
for there is nothing without you
but the echo.