Echo of a Song Long Past

Half-vanished words in a dream-like state

Swirl in my mind. I struggle to make

Sense of this song from days long past,

Barely remembered. I know that I should

–I must—not allow it to die!

            The wind sang, moon wept,

            Darkness broke, sun leapt—

            To hear the melody of the

            Dream song sung.

My poet’s pen furiously flies

Attempting to capture its tune into rhyme.

The embers of memory dwindle and grow

Colder with time. Soon all that will show

Are these words I have scribbled.

A reflection

            A silhouette

                        An echo

A thought


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