Echo’s Lament

I hear his voice

A golden brook babbling

I hear his feet

Strong, steady steps snapping twigs.

I hear his breath

Quick and sharp from coral lips

I hear my heart

Fluttering, a trapped dove.

If only he could hear me

Hear me!

Through this still summer air

If only he could see me

See me!

And not the silver siren in the water.

But my voice will only echo--

A boomerang bouncing

I love you.