Melodies of a Dream Bird

Echoes in Time

Photo by REGINE THOLEN on Unsplash

Echoes kept calling him back in time,
When she was his and their love was rhyme.
Memories always fade in the drift of time,
Like sweetness in a cool glass of wine.
He called out her name in his sleep,
A hundred echoes were always his to keep.
Memories may fade, but silent voices are heard,
Like the sweet melodies of a dream bird.