Echo

Encased in earthen form, I rise, held chest-tight with fear my eyes belie. Tumbled stone and ancient steps so steep, lead to a mound and valley deep where I let loose my song to sky. The song resounds from crag to peak a lonely echo blue on green. The soulful song from quartz careens and shames the hillside cold cheek returning brazen, seldom meek. For once sent forth, it must return, its formless flight, a brief sojourn, A repetition not unique, a hollow copy which respeaks of lovers lost and trust unearned. Boomerrang Contest