Echos of you

All around me are the echoes of you.  Still.

So many lifetimes later you come to knock on my subconscious house 

of tiny secret dreams in the tiny secret pocket of my soul.

My heart, my marrow, my memories.

Mine.

Yet each night I dream of water, of you, of her.

Only there and only then I try to remain but involuntary escape is inevitable.

How symbolic.  How metaphysical.  How cliche.

2010