The Last Echo

And so the darkness leads to somber sway,

as graphite smudge on pristine page takes bloom;

avoiding past mistakes that would consume

or left to build could eat this soul  away.

My comprehension falters, starts to fray—

while searching for some purity of soul

I seek to find contentment to be whole

as stillness over-rides the end of day.

© Ginny Brannan 2015

A dear friend of mine recently shared a poem which inspired this, sort of an echo back to his thoughts and words.