…that strives to be revealed
“She long’d her hidden passion to reveal,
And tell her pains, but had not words to tell:
She can’t begin, but waits for the rebound,
To catch his voice, and to return the sound…”
Ovid
(“Narcissus and Echo” Book III of Metamorphoses)
That echo…
that heaven allows us
that hides in the shadows
that echo…
that rouses us from our sleep
that ache of empty years
that echo…
that spirals through our minds
that speaks to our souls
that echo…
that we thought we had forgotten
that is the beginning
that echo…
that magic that it weaves
that changes us quietly within
that echo…
that brush of memories
that strives to be revealed
that echo…
© Ann Bagnall 2013
