Love never dies…
it echoes across time.
It is like a circle
revolving
with no beginning,
no end.
The pain of love diminishing
as it journeys to the far side
of the circle is real
and deep….
but remember the joy
before the pain
and listen for the echo.
Love has no dimension,
yet it clearly defines
all that it touches.
Memories are
the images carved
as love passes along
our side of the circle;
life’s subtle reminder
to hold on
and listen
as love echoes across time.
Cast your ear
to yesterday’s wind,
if you must;
do not be too surprised
when the sounds you seek
reach back to you from
tomorrow.
Echoes bounce in time and space
for that is their nature –
but they must return,
for that is their truth.
The circle cannot be denied.
Love cannot die…
it echoes across time.
Reblogged this on The Winter Bites My Bones and commented:
The first poem I ever wrote…..
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