Dec 2016
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An Echo* asks “where have you been?”
and my reply is heart and truth.
I have thought of you for centuries,
I have conceived of you for millennia,
Patiently building you for aeons,
and I have died for you every second.
For I sit frozen in my cave of sorrow,
wrapped in a blanket of burning ice.
Constructing you in my waiting dreams,
a raging fire in the coldest of prisons.
That is where I have always been,
where I am, and will forever be.
Until the hour you step beyond fear
and the moment you look at me.
© Pagan Paul (16/12/16)
An Echo* asks “where have you been?”
and my reply is heart and truth.
I have thought of you for centuries,
I have conceived of you for millennia,
Patiently building you for aeons,
and I have died for you every second.
For I sit frozen in my cave of sorrow,
wrapped in a blanket of burning ice.
Constructing you in my waiting dreams,
a raging fire in the coldest of prisons.
That is where I have always been,
where I am, and will forever be.
Until the hour you step beyond fear
and the moment you look at me.
© Pagan Paul (16/12/16)
*Echo - the nymph spurned by Narcissus when he fell in love with his own reflection. Echo is celebrated in my short poem 'Wood Nymph Blues'. I've always felt for her.
PPx
This poem is really about emotional isolation.
PPx
This poem is really about emotional isolation.
