Seeds In The Dark

waters, they flowed
in gentle timbre
echoes I heard
echoes I heard

The stranger returns

Sneakily it’s crept up and
caught us totally off our guard
Like listening to an echo
whispered from afar

Straining to hear those still soft words
That far off echoed call
A mystery still to most our ears
A stranger to us all

What We Want Most

Revel in the scars

still bleeding out for attention:

Begging for mercy to no one,

our voices echo as empty seashells

lapping at our tormenters’ feet.