04-10-2017, 02:29 PM
Echoes
In chats I always liked to have the final word.
I detained Hera once; she imposed the final word.
She thought I hid her husband deliberately.
In silencing me she disclosed the final word.
I couldn’t say I loved Narcissus, unless he spoke.
I could answer, as his speech closed, the final word.
‘Come here’ he called. ‘Here’ I answered, and flew to him.
He rejected me. His scorn opposed the final word.
I pined for him so much I lost my body back to rock.
Now the mountain cliffs have enlosed my final word.
In chats I always liked to have the final word.
I detained Hera once; she imposed the final word.
She thought I hid her husband deliberately.
In silencing me she disclosed the final word.
I couldn’t say I loved Narcissus, unless he spoke.
I could answer, as his speech closed, the final word.
‘Come here’ he called. ‘Here’ I answered, and flew to him.
He rejected me. His scorn opposed the final word.
I pined for him so much I lost my body back to rock.
Now the mountain cliffs have enlosed my final word.