Echos

As if the echos and echos of your voice could be known
Even when I contemplate the light reflecting in your irises
Even when your amber eyes meet mine
Always at a distance
And I am as silent as the day
With the rustling leaves of autumn trees that are my only company

Reviews

[Michael X]

perfect imagery, i loved how your words wisk the heart within a still moment of Autumn, and a romantic light overshadowing the beauty of the dream described :)

[Elizabeth]

This is hauntingly beautiful... the yearning is palpable. You painted a really beautiful picture, here.