Echo

The power of your name Is stronger than the truth. The magic of your voice Conjures our torrid youth When love was tussled hair And eager searching hands Upon a moonlit beach, And blazing eyes entwined, Just one small “I love you” Was all we needed then. It seemed to be enough To share and share again. Unable to hold on O what a pair we are: Fear dressed up as beauty, Foolishness clothed with pride. When the truth is spoken, Although our loss is plain, We have not let us go. We will not face the pain. We are opposite ends Of the rainbow’s promise, Linked only by the sun, Refracted by the rain.