Echo's Litany

Echo's realm is your sub conscience mind
Weaving words for you to find
A continuous litany,like a Mobius Strip
Sleep is the trigger that will trip

Born on the ash of a lost ember
In fitful dream
To be remembered
the laughter

Echo etches images
upon corridor walls
there in your memory
to be recalled
the words

Echo hums a familiar song
You've not heard it for so long
soft,softer
echo,echo gone