Echoes

What matters is the echoes of what

I hear and listen to in your silence

Your voice from far away – even across oceans

I still find you.

And like the sea - always invading my shores,

My sands deepened in greens, in foam –

Joyful, hungrily as you ebb and flow towards me.

I traced your foam as your water recedes,

You remain along all my edges.

The edge of a voice remains that is you

– like a bit of seaweed of your kisses

Salty and magical in the moonlight.

Without you is like the brightest star

In my heaven having been extinguished.

You invade my shores over and over

Taking my sand with every ebb

Retreat into the sea with parts of me.

Michael Palmer