Echo

I can
hear you
across
the plain
if I tilt
my head
just so
to be
windstruck
by your
laughter -
the wind
has stolen
your voice
frayed the
edges
of sound
and hide
you
in trees
too tall and
delicate
for the
stormchaser
beneath -
they have beaten
you
breathless
a voice of
no words
through the
rain
but tilted
just so
I can hear
you echo
the night
and I stumble
to tumble
a pond
drowning
leaves
covering your
faded reflection
as I tremble
and tremble
your name