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Citrine Flower
A Citrine Flower
A Citrine Flower

 

The Echo of the Calling​

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The Echo of the moment
of the moment, of the call
of the moment of the calling
of the moment 
that was all

That was all I meant to say
thinking it would linger not
Yet here it comes again
the thought I thought I had forgot

I thought it would not matter
these things I had to say
Yet the Echo taught me well
As I faced it on this day

I heard it come back to me
I counted all the times
And waited for the break in sound
To try again with chimes

The Echo of the moment 
of the conversation said...
I heard it many times 
as I thought so in my head

It was called by me, It was called by us
To remember Echos way


To love its return to us
On this simple day

It has a different sound
and different layers too
And when the wind does not blow
its sound comes through as true

The game we play of calling
of waiting for the calm
It's then the echo is profound
and wears its humble crown

The wind does come along
to take the old away
to make another chance 
for Echos on this day

To give a moment ... a pause
to think of what to say
To all improve the Echo play
So I love you on this day

Most do call to say "Hello!"
and laugh at the reply
The Echo multiplied
as it listened to our cry

I stand to call my Echo
Knowing it will always be
The only thing I want to call
Is the things I want to see

To send my love across the space
In words of this and that
Why is it when my echo calls
I think it different than that?

From what I've shared
The words I've cared 
and the flow intended so

When echo calls 
from long ago 
don't pretend it isn't so

But turn around and see it so
and laugh a little thus

And call to Greet Your Echo for the words are yours
So trust


By Anna

A Citrine Flower
A Citrine Flower
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