The Other Poems
Echoes of Your Name

The winds that waft across the lonesome plain
so waft across, so I forget your name.
I cannot tell from whence the breezes came,
but I have faith that they shall come again
to carry in their whispering refrain
the sounds which stir to burn my tempered flame
to want to hear the echoes of your name
which echo through the grasses of the plain.

So shall they come, so shall my soul aflame
be neither quenched by me nor by the rain
that falls upon the grasses of the plain.
For when I hear, then shall I know your name,
to know your name, to know from whence it came.
For neither winds nor grasses can sustain
the power they have whispered in refrain,
the power in the echoes of your name.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org