A small tribute and welcome home, echoes (who gave me permission to post this)


you throw images at us, a deluge, over-whelming,
not understood, but felt, with a wrench to the gut,
a crack of the heart, the blinding of an eye
You cry

you hurl emotion onto paper, a flood, inundating,
not thought, but seized, with the clench of a fist,
a wail of the soul, the shattering of a dream
You scream

you vomit out words of beauty and drag us, reeling, in;
not contained, but spewed, with the call of an angel,
the fragility of flowers, the bitterness of bile,
You smile

the wind brings you the stench of death
You hold your breath
but the song of longing carries on