Becoming Echoes

Beside a hidden river 
Trees seek
The cover of night
As waves journey
In an air 
Of silent comfort

Lovers whisper
At the shore
Lying on a bed 
Of wise owl feathers
Into each other's eyes
Becoming echoes
Of ghosts
As one

Memories turn
The children of evening's
Beautiful mountain souls
Into dreams of time
Under moonlit darkness
While countless stars
Reflect upon the water
And beneath the surface 
Spirits wander
As seasons fade

ยฉJames Dennis Casey IV

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