Echos will always mirror, what was before.
Those holographic shimmers of hope, now fade in low light.
But still they serenade me so sweetly to my dreams, we were meant to waltz.
Strength fights with insecurity- oh, stubborn you!
Your voice yet remembered, casting tomorrow into prized mercury glass.
But fondly, I bow.
It is why I still love-
Those beautiful cracks of your speckled perfection!
The ones you thought you hid, they have always been my undoing.
The little boy, in need of a strong love of unquestioned redemption.
West or is it south? No bother, it’s all your wake I travel.
Despite turning cartwheels, trying to play with my head,
I would shake you from my heart, but you are rooted green!
For it’s that dreamy mountain haze, on cotton clouds I still recline for you.
Absent, I will continue to win blue ribbons, and tie up my hair.
Waiting for double walls that call for our dance,
For the record, those stirring strings will betoken my return.