Echo

Written by: mohannad khufash

Come to me in the silence of the night; 
    Come in the speaking silence of a dream; 
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright 
    As sunlight on a stream; 
       Come back in tears, 
O memory of hope, love of finished years. 

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet, 
    Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, 
Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet; 
    Where thirsting longing eyes 
        Watch the slow door 
That opening, letting in, lets out no more. 

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live 
    My very life again though cold in death; 
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give 
    Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: 
        Speak low, lean low, 
As long ago, my love, how long ago.