The Silent Echo
The Silent Echo
met me across the ribbons of time…
The slowly ebbing sea of memories and old dreams.
Visions once raised to great heights,
the highest mountains of thought yet
no longer to be seen.
Men and women have placed their footprints on steps of the fortresses built there,
And left behind for all eternity it may be
But not without care
Yet on another day to return to the mystics for both you and for me
Come along no time to dally for acquaintance or friend,
Come alone if you please we will all
be there in the end.
Return for a glimpse if you must at the
moments that have past
For the time has increased in volumes
only for eternity to last.
Hold on no longer to what you thought
was best
It’s part of today and tomorrow, these are memories that hold fast.
They last and they last as though formed forever more
Waste no energy looking back, it’s not death that calls
But life catching up …
… it’s life at the door.
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