We spoke each and far away <br />ether-wards our conversation <br />drifting in the breeze <br />guided by more than random thoughts <br />met by chance, perchance to stay <br />friends in need are we in deed, <br />who has the most of need? <br />I do not ask myself <br />this task not mine to say, <br />I am half of two I hear an echo <br />echo answers echo, echo, echo <br />must answer which and how? <br />I whispered to the hills, <br />echo answers echo <br />asked for help, vain repetition <br />half afraid, apologetic, <br />there was no need beside Emmaus road <br />I lay not mortal as I thought. <br />Promise believed, a promise kept <br />echo answering echo echo echo <br />fading whispers to the hills.<br /><br />John Rickell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fading-whispers-2/
