Fading Whispers Poem by John Rickell

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