THE ECHO OF ME
I can change the world and contain the darkness;
There is only so much one can do to remain flawless.
A silent breeze shakes the flowers,
The waves hit the rocks gently;
I wait quietly for hours,
Yet no one comes for me.
I refuse to recall my painful past;
Yet as expected,
Your image continues to fill my memories.
The moonlight illuminates the lotuses,
The rain shows no sign of stopping;
I savor every moment in the meadow of roses,
Yet why do I seem to be constantly crying?
The sound of a flute resounds from some faraway place,
Leaving behind painful memories;
Thoughts of you have begun to slowly leave its place,
Will I continue to be alone for centuries?
Promises fill this once silent room,
A gentle voice soothes me in my sleep;
The flowers that decorate this pathway have begun to bloom,
As I continue to fall into the endless deep.
But a single hand reaches out to me,
Arousing a long forgotten realization;
I believe that I have seen you before,
Why do you appear to look exactly like me?
I realize it as soon as the rain arrives,
You are another version of me;
A strong-willed person who remains in disguise,
Awaits my tearful acceptance.
I grasp onto fading memories,
My soul has returned from an unknown distance;
As I walk this path for a thousand centuries,
I swear to keep you here within me.