Old Echoes, New Echoes

Memories passed

From flowing present

Into comfortably etched history;

A thin veneer of time

Inching closer to oblivion.

 

But old echoes flickered still 

In summer's silent bloom

A frenzy of green, blue and maroon,

A hushed ritual of sameness.

Your Thought's a Hug

Your thought's a hug
spreading across the horizon
of my mind.
A sunset bathed in gold and shimmer
A distant warmth,
A hope, a glimmer
Of times immemorial.

A singular bloom echoing creation.
Tireless, you sit in quietness
and do what you do best:
Let your love hover across the expanse
Of the universe.