Ethanoille and Ether

Narcissus

Ripples spread across the edge,

A mirrored sheen.  My love,

Echo beckons.  A call

Never to reach me. 

The sky an azure blue,

I wonder what’s out there?

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You can never know their

Secret heart, filled to the edge;

Bruised, black and blue,

Stained by your love.

It pains me,

The sparrow’s call.

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Tender and shrill, the call.

I can’t be there

Amongst reflections of me.

Envy drives me;  test the edge

As Icarus, burned by love,

Quenched in a pool of blue.

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A lonely wind blew,

I can’t hear your call.

The devil’s in the details, love.

The truth doesn’t matter if they’re

Already over the edge.

I can’t see.  Is that me?

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And if romance kindles me,

Then why are you cold?  Frozen?  Blue?

Automaton heart, razor’s edge.

Haunted by the call:

“Are you there?  Are you there?

Do you care?  My love?”

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Consumed by my love,

Show me, just show me.

My passion burns, is yours there?

It’s doused.  Drenched.  Aqua blue.

The siren’s call,

I plummet off the edge.

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It’s you love.  A lake so blue

To drown me.  Just call

And there I am, at water’s edge.

Shapes in Space: Origami Sky