echo

somewhere in my heart
i hear sounds from a hundred years ago
echo of the past
past of the echo, far deep somewhere in my consciousness

stream of sounds gushing through my spacious memories
i wonder
if ever
they will reach the present
or never
unless i leap to the future

Intimate Exchanges

ecstatic joy
fills my soul, vibrates
a silent voice emerges
not from darkness but from brightness
far apart yet so intimate,
confuses me whether outside or inside
it is where the sadness lies