Echoes of You

I await you in the open grass–

The rolling plains roam my mind

Dark-swept winds ride the horizon–

Damp with the promises you left unanswered

The dreams you let drift away–

Now, slowly settled in the aftermath of dandelions scattering

How is it 

You were blown away?

Now I trace the path past a pall–

Walk into the universe with my tears 

How many have been waiting

In the busied life of death–

In a parallel plain where I cannot

You lie pleasantly asleep in the love you sowed.

The only remnants that lie here– 

a chiseled name almost gone in storm-swept grasses

and last soft breath, threading along 

To the life that covers your grave.