echo for the hills

here is an echo for the hills
past the walls where you may be;
over your eaves and windowsills
borne through the air by love, to you from me

soft as a whisper from the stars
down from the heavens to your eyes;
glorious colors in strokes and bars
borne on the wind, as fast as my love flies

here is a murmur and a sigh
sent from the heart within my heart;
nestled within a lullaby
echoing through the hills of worlds

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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