Echoing Echoes XXVIII
Faustas Kirsa
Not all stars have the same pull,
Not all thoughts wave to the sun,
Not many words have heart appeal
While I dream bygone love.
I still believe you’ll show
Your kindest loving glance to me
And take on a sweet red glow,
And get me to find you flowers.
I’ll pick the best one for you,
The subtlest scented blossom
That came to life at dawn,
That earth and heaven sing to.
Come as the fog, wrap me in shadow,
It’s you my heart calls out to,
A song I made for you alone
Still echoing, still waiting.