You spoke...and your dear words
Have left an echo in my heart
That follows all the paths I take.
Above the strife of turmoil
It resounds...
And in the silence of the quiet dark
It makes its way.
A whispering ghost, it lingers ever
Beside my faltering steps.
And through the Desert of Desire
It companions me.
Need all my life be lived
With but an echo? I cannot tell.
Save only this I know:
That while the echo breathes, I live...
And when the echo dies,
I go!