Francois Bergh

where lost words come to rest in pieces…

Echoes

Echoes of you
Is all that I have -
So precious and few;
More than I ever had…

Echoes of souls
In hollow chambers -
Bouncing off walls;
So happy and blameless…

In you I am echoed;
Your lips drip my words -
Acoustics of honey
To these empty ears…


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10 Comments»

  GFB wrote @

have to listen to the audio to truely appreciate this piece…

  bmiller007 (@bmiller007) wrote @

echoes are so hard to hold…but i will take the honey over the silence any day…smiles…

  Amy Jo Sprague wrote @

“in you I am echoed…” that line is smashing

  claudia wrote @

in you i am echoed…this is beautifully intimate..

  kelly wrote @

haunting, those echoes, love the little twist in those last two lines.

  Joseph Hesch wrote @

So full of memory and loss. Let’s hope those chambers can keep them ringing long and loud. :) ~ j

  Shawna wrote @

I love these thoughts:

“Echoes of you”

“Your lips drip my words -
Acoustics of honey”

  bajanpoet wrote @

“In you I am echoed;
Your lips drip my words -
Acoustics of honey
To these empty ears…”

Lovely …. and the music rocks too …. so sweet!

  henryclemmons wrote @

Acoustics of honey … I like that … as well as the form you used to translate echo for us. Excellente.

  hobgoblin2011 wrote @

very nice, definitely carries a musical quality to it. I love the word echo for it shows how pieces of us carry on after the moment, rippling until, and I believe, even after we can no longer hear it. The acoustics of honey, well that was a treat. Thanks


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