Cave of Echoes

In my cave of echoes

home of cavernous dreams

love comes 

white-cloaked 

and in darkness;

behind shuttered windows.

A wind-whisped embrace

of almost

A babbling brook of voices

mumbling words

lost in not now.

In my cave of echoes

I lay in arms of always

rest my head to hear my name

morse-coded through skin untouched

yet knowing should I speak

words would find no footing

and dash upon the ground

shattering impossible colours

to reds and blues,

blooms with ashen seed.

It's all good telling me to let go

to shed outdated skin

and feel the heat of dawn

on fresh flesh

but knowledge is a slow blade

splitting what was knit.

It's better to bleed a little

on sharp truths

than be impaled on a lie

and you can't promise

what isn't yours to give

this old skin has kept me warm

when no other has.

So leave me here, 

it's not so bad

in my cave of echoes

home of cavernous needs

and lucid dreams

where love comes 

white-cloaked 

in darkness

and hope wants, but cannot have

BY : Maggie L