Echoes
My echoes they exist in time
In places both human and divine
They breath the summer
They sing and whine
Whimsical and mysterious they overshadow the lines
The line that is yours, the line that is mine
My echoes of wonder
My echoes of pain
These echoes of success
Some echoes in vain
I stumble to keep these echoes aligned
I wonder if these echoes are all mine.
