Running Echoes - Poem by Stan Rodriguez
How silent it seems to be
echoes running in the moonlight
stopped short by thoughts of "Evergreen"
to conceal the pain.
There were many tears
which I cried—so long ago
that still remember love
when we were then.
And if I joined you now
Now that you have gone to rest
(as I have often thought of doing)
will our own silence be shared
with running echoes?
in the moonlight
or even in the light of day.
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