Echoes Of Silence
Tommorrow is a dream
by iziegbe idemudia
Today, a flowing stream
Waves rumbling, rush to the shore
Spent, rush to silence, a golden silence...
Building and repairing we are
On this great road we awake-
Bare and void, travellers
On our own handmade solitary carriers.
Footfall thunders on the eternal sands
Holding within each print, the treasured focus
And echoes stir, shaping dream in the flowing stream