echo (ii)

the echoes are my name

you make me remember the many shades of black

the lights gleaming like lesser diamonds

glowing below the eaves

spilling over the steps

haze and glint and shadow

under the moon, half-full with promise

rolling slow down from

your dark and shadowed ranges

you--yourself--draw my eyes

to the crest of the ridge

you return me--weary traveler

who learned nothing, going

but how to return home

rolling down slowly

from the depths

you don't know--but

I have traced myself

in the glyph of your shadow

and I have traced

the shadows across your face

with the corner of my eye

and I have embraced you

with the back of my neck

wrapped you in the shirt

falling across my shoulders

into your black and shadowed ranges

I have called the name of my soul

I have you carried you in the slow swing

of my steps--never be further

than armslength, never out of earshot

the echoes are my name