echoing whispers of yesterday
….shadows creeping found their way
………to ring the bell of lonesome past
…………..haunting sorrows from a windy gust
a voice cold as ice that tells a tale
….i had tried to fight yet, i fall and fail
……….echoes run through me in all i see
…………..bewildered by time wanting to be free
a ghostly embrace of a longing heart
….wishing a new horizon to make a start
……….in rhythm of its sigh beats a silent sound
……………echoes from within, shout for love be found
echoes now in shadows of my dream
….toiling fears… drifting on a teary stream
……….in wrath of the depth i know i will crush
……………into pieces and fragments molding a trash
let my echoes be heard in cries of night
…..soon when journey brings me out of sight
……….let my shadows walk away from this world
…………….a soul to live along with another soul to hold
been a long nightmare in my darkness fair
…..believing life be nothing with no one’s care
……….echoes of heart and soul that bind to exist
……………shadows of pain and sorrow remain to resist
(in painting by suzette portes san jose )
ECHOES …. SHADOWS… by suzette portes san jose
An richly nuanced and deftly rendered work that is both evocative and insightful.
Thank You, Sir @Louis Kasatkin for your kind comment and approval… gratified Sir.
A profound, engaging literary piece.
thank you for the kind comment, my friend, @Vijaynair…you have that good lines too 🙂