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?
Singing "Evergreen"
in the moonlight
or even in the light of day.