Echoes Song Poem by Sarah Persson

Whisper on the water
And the echoes rise as steam,
Difting slowly northerly,
Escaping on the breeze.

Can the words encaptured
On the breeze disguise my thoughts?
And guide me gently forwards,
To a place my heart can lean towards.

Or do they rest in tandum,
With the echo that was sung?
The tune, a harmony of voice,
A gesture of a thoughtless choice.

A random whisper lost in haze,
To mingle within distant lands,
Reflections on the waters edge,
A face in ripples, a heartfelt pledge.

The whisper was a promise made,
To always catch the echoes song,
The little things we sometimes toss,
Become the things we crave and long.