Reverberate

They were shadows, echoes, and ghosts.

Souls that have found other hosts,

Ancient shipwrecks on forgotten coasts.

Strangers not quite unknown,

Dreams which have taken a life of their own.

Stories from long ago I had to postpone.

Signposts leading me homeward,

A lighthouse guiding me forward,

Perhaps to a life forgotten, toward…

The beginning of an ellipsis,

After a washed-out storm of spritzes

Memories found in a near apocalypses.

Voices that bounce off walls,

Flashbacks to familiar halls.

In Ireland I found these calls.

In a single echo: A lifespan

A blurry woman, a blurry man

Have found me, and to them I ran.

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