Echoes Of Poets Poem by Suzette Richards

The poets ease a troubled soul -
their lyrics echo in the heart
that yearns for soothing silence -
a sombre melody that shadows part.

Echoes drift
where silence clings

We mourn the scribes as truth
has given way to ego, pride.
The echo found in coded pyre
alongside ashes piled in their stride.

Echoes drift
where silence clings

Their tearstained pages worn folios,
yet still we sing the songs of yore
to glean some semblance of an art;
a wisdom that has gone before.

Echoes drift
where silence clings

We yearn for soothing silence;
a sombre melody that shadows part.
Yet still we sing the songs of yore
to glean some semblance of an art.

Echoes drift
where silence clings

Echoes drift
where silence clings