Echoes
Once I called to the past
and the past answered clearly, joyously
Memories dancing with laughter.
Once I called to the past
and the past answered clearly, sadly
weeping tears enough to wet the world.
Today I called to the past
and heard only an empty echo
returning to me
No musical refrain, no complaints of wounded heart.
Maybe the past has died
abandoning me to my very present self
Distractions are deceased
leaving me with this very present moment.
by caf
©Carole Fults