Echo

I wait by the foamy golden shore,

shadowed by a  glowing honey sun.

I seek above clouds--ill of frore.

I consult with spirits of dead,

lurking-howling,creeping in my head.

I dig and search graves of memory lane,

I dig and search and soon lay in a dark chain.

I seek ,she, who hides in cave.

I seek-- hoping that she can save.

Amaterasu-- goddess of light;

hoping that my heart can escape the night.

I seek myself into a mirror;

I look-I gaze , I see a figure.

Soon it entangles into dark vines.

Soon it becomes part of a dark spring.

I seek myself into a mirror-

I seek to set the darkness echoing.

Reviews

[Jason Dyer]

A very atmospheric effort here. Confinement, hope for rescue, then confinement again is what I take from this piece.

[Suavis_Umbra]

thanks a lot , XD XD , and yes you are right , i think we all want to be rescued by something , anything really. again thanx :D