mountains <br />the echoes stir in the ranges <br />and my heart <br /> <br />the ranges <br /> <br />inspired by: <br /> <br />Echo <br />Come to me in the silence of the night; <br />Come in the speaking silence of a dream; <br />Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright <br />As sunlight on a stream; <br />Come back in tears, <br />O memory, hope, love of finished years. <br />O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, <br />Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, <br />Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet; <br />Where thirsting longing eyes <br />Watch the slow door <br />That opening, letting in, lets out no more. <br />Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live <br />My very life again though cold in death: <br />Come back to me in dreams, that I may give <br />Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: <br />Speak low, lean low <br />As long ago, my love, how long ago.<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haiku-echo/
