A shout among the cavern,
A voice betwixt the hills,
A song along a stone cave floor
Where languid water spills.
A mighty, deep-sung baritone,
A shrill cry of the wind
Repeated 'til the fading notes
Have long out-rung their din.
Ricochet from wall to wall,
Whispers from the past...
Echo, echo, 'til they leave
A void of silence vast.
Déjà vu of bygone days
Haunting to return.
Dwell upon the ringing sound
And perhaps at long-last learn.
Ponder the words that fly,
Ever growing distant.
Will you fall to Siren's song
Or is your heart resistant?
Ricochet from east to west,
Darting oh so fast...
Echo, echo 'til they end
In hollow silence vast.
Heed the sweet reflection,
Strive to understand.
It ripples into untold void
Beyond the reach of hand.
So sing into the valley,
Shout into the wood,
Listen to the spoken words,
Reflect if they were Good.
Ricochet from heart to heart
So our words are cast,
Will they make a joyous heart,
Or echo silence vast...?
Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2013
