Poetry

Echo

I feel your searching

Today and every day

Through the wildness of  your yearning

There is still a part of you that remains untamed

Like a wild mustang

Or a swallow diving through the wind

Leaving traces of her being

In an echo

Leaves me standing in the silence

I raise my hands to the sky

Letting the remnants of freedom

Reach for me.

Deana Lafleur 2018

3 thoughts on “Echo

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Welcome


Welcome

Log In


%d bloggers like this: