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Echo Floating Oct 2017
Hovering high
Powerful wings
Maintain precise position
Steadfast beats
Against the wind
Battling storm conditions
Exhaustion comes
In the blink of a eye
They are swept beyond my vision.
Echo Floating Oct 2017
Ophelia rips still-living leaves from bowed trees.
The starkness of Winter will come early this year.
I watch them fly; copper, silver, green.
Cut off in their prime.
The unacknowledged tragedies of the hurricane.
Echo Floating Oct 2017
Eyes wide with troubled wonder she looks at me.
I long to take her in my arms and soothe her disquiet,
But I know it won't be welcome.

Little one,
I wish I could explain the world to you.
I wish I could tell you that these things will pass.
I wish I could tell you that one day these weights of your mind will just be fleeting memories,
not to let them drag you down.

Then she smiles at me.
Deep dimples and shining hazel eyes.
Mood shifts in a mercurial instant.
She climbs onto my lap and slender arms envelop my neck,
Her breath warm in my hair.
I move with glacial slowness to return this rarest of embraces, fearing to break the spell,
my breath held,
I close my eyes and imprint this moment on my soul;
it may not come again.

This most precious of gifts,
the touch of a child who won't be touched,
overwhelms me.
Echo Floating Oct 2017
Not looking
I saw it
in the corner of my mind

The answer to my question
appeared
without full stare

and illumination found
in the shadows
there
Of all the messages,
In all the bottles out at sea,
I’m glad, this one
Found its way to me.

Bonds of blood,
May be a bane or a boon.
Bonds of money n’ comfort,
May break too soon.

But bonds of love,
For the written, unspoken word,
Are whispers from the cosmos,
That lonely spirits heard.

We don’t know each other.
Just strangers in the crowd.
Few take that first step.
So, thanks for reaching out.

If it’s meant to be,
We’ll meet some day.
Maybe we already have.
Who can really say.

Even if we never did, never do,
Let’s not become a lost memory.
I hope, you’ll keep sharing,
Your beautiful gift with me.

I do have some friends,
But not many have what you do.
You’ve already helped more than some
To give credit where it’s due.

So I’ve made my decision.
This is what I say to you:
I see your friend request, and,
I’d like to be your friend too.
The initial inspiration for this was this cute little poem: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2141137/to-you But then it found a life of its own in a more general context. You can change para 3 and it still works for many "friend requests".
Echo Floating Oct 2017
I close my eyes to set my other senses free.
The salt tang fills my nostrils and mouth,
and the biting cold of a dying day prickles my skin.
Waves slap on rock and gargling water ***** noisily back to the sea.
Even with my eyes closed I see the sun slip behind Forth mountain,
my eyelids losing translucence with the dimming of its glow.
The October wind whips chill on my face,
and with a shiver, I open my eyes and see my way home.
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