ECHO

In the silence of the night;
Words were hiding, were hiding in my heart,
Through rusted -wire of curtain
Invisible, distraught by mocking passion,
Behind grand father’s icy cellar
Flying out freely from the mould of fear.
As a sunlight on a stream;
As the speaking silence of a dream;
In my song, in the captured void
Whence mind, feelings hidden behind
Its came from my voice; nor solitude; nor serenity
Sweet melody, plunges into the echoing air
Like a forgetting lyre sung with melancholy;
Sadness; filed with thus plaintive thoughts;
A part of my voice, thus lingers within the ventricles;
Neither, to cause escape, nor apart;
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath a life to live
Come back to me in reality with in tears,
Oh my echo, live in my memory, having love of finished years.