What such sounds should be hidden in a shell <br />rogue calypso waves in dawn's furthest reach <br />singing beneath the salt dew's haughty smell <br />that stalls upon the sand stormed gypsy beach. <br />Coarse winds play the harmonic flute replete <br />with spiral rounds that lull the churning tide <br />imbued with ocean's boisterous sounding reefs, <br />choreographed waves dancing by their side, <br />retained within the shell's false echoing reply. <br /> <br />What such sounds break upon the mountains rush <br />requiting oaths to the four winds spoken <br />treads the river wry and the thorny brush <br />piercing lies when truths are old and broken. <br />Rings of change tarnish eternal tokens <br />as branchless trees emit weak tepid sighs <br />and grains of time at once gleamed gold and golden <br />flighty love stripped of wings no longer flies <br />squawks to the cold hills with false echoing reply. <br /> <br />What such sounds flush with lovers warm embrace <br />that call on stars under starlight’s steady rain <br />brightening beginning through youthful gates <br />opening their hearts unfettered by its chains. <br />But all for naught and all soon turns to pain, <br />diminishing the light once in their eyes; <br />words of love spoke with soulless songs refrain, <br />the mountain rush, the sounding shell will die, <br />repeating, repeating the false echoing reply.<br /><br />Captain Cur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/false-echoing-reply-love-poems/
