Passionate Souls - Little Echo Lost

Little echo lost

I thought I saw
       your reflection
staring up
from the glimmering crystals
     of the crest,
        of new fallen snow

and would have sworn
    that it had traced
my form
   each time
       I had turned,
staring endlessly back
like an echo
          lost
               searching
                   for it�s beginning

and for some peculiar reason
the morning breeze
                     was breathless
   as if it had forgotten
                       the words to say

then looking up
   upon the endless branches
ever reaching
             for the sky
I realized
   it was just your shadow
wanting to hold me
     and trying not
           to say goodbye.