The Echo Of Love Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

As the stars reverberate
I cup my ear to listen
And hear repeated
Resonating
The tones of our voices
The echoes of those sounds
The longings in those echoes.

We are echoes
We are echoes
Immemorial
We are a memory of each other

And whatever the distance
It can touch your heart
I will reach out
In love
Holding you tenderly
Holding you with tenderness
With longing in that tenderness.

And as the darkness gathers
Towards sunset and dusk
Night will not part us:
Stay close
I will recall you then
Cherishing our remembrance
Sharing memory and recollection.

We are memory and remembrance
Each sound, each touch
Has its response
A shadow
And a reflection
So that every echo is timeless
The tone and timbre of memory itself.