Echoes
Reflections in a mountain pool
Your eyes are pools I’ve gazed into,
your smile as warm as sunshine,
I’ve walked the track where you have been,
in different moods and fun time.
Echoes of light shades of dark,
sparks of recognition,
kindle knowledge yet untold,
life put on full ignition.
Deep souls stir and come alive,
thoughts rustle and wave,
click the switch to overdrive,
mysteries we both crave.
Pure delight colours the day,
along dusty tracks untrodden,
words unused, what will they say,
of times almost forgotten.
The echoes meld kindred souls,
clouds kissed with richer colour,
succulence fills up our bowls,
unlike seen from any other.
Tracks have detours, potholes too,
stumbles and some falls,
happiness turns navy blue,
transcending the enthrals.
Reflections in a mountain pool,
the soulful night bird calling,
after heat the soothing cool,
through the heavens we are falling.
Back on earth our eyes echo,
each thought and every feeling,
never explained but we both know,
the core beneath the peeling.
David Rudder
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3rd July 2018
Thanks for reading.
