Catching The Echo
There was a twinkling that did pass,
raising waves catching my glance.
I told it to leave and let me go,
it could not separate its flow.
It weaved and whirled around my frame,
at night I heard it call my name.
The echo whispered to me,
latch on and the world we will see.
Watching the spectrals disturb my space and time,
transferring energy into my mind.
Leading me through a repetitious path,
removing my resistance to accepting fath.
Waiting for a ripple yet to come,
hoping it would finally be the one.
The echo went and came again,
disguising itself as my friend.
Pouring in, ripping out,
leaving me lingering full of doubt.
Droplet would come and form within,
the echo would vibrate through my skin.
Finally, one day I could no longer stand,
I caught the echo, with my shaky hand.
Was it real or imagination gone wild?
Dream state swimming was my trial.
Gripped my finger tightly to reflections fold,
sealed my thoughts never told.
Butterflies whizzed passed through strange like time.
Had I truly then lost my mind?
Gone down watery, sweeping sounds,
sympathetic recognition safely bound.
Wandering tip taps across the X,
holding on to not lose my steps.
Why echo do you tease me?
Tell me to come, but then you flee?
I cannot catch you, or keep you near.
In and out, our fate–I fear.