Tuesday, January 26, 2010

How Faint the Echoes

We walked together you and I.
I remember the path. It twisted through our lives. Our feet plodded on the soft earth. We listened to the sounds that filled the air and laughed as the sun danced across our face as it poked through the trees that hung above us.

There were others too.
Many times I walked and watched you as you traveled along that path so joyful in the company of those others.
Some times I would join you and our group moved with purpose. We were on course to save the world.
Some times it was only you and I. My walk was always steadier at those times. My heart was always filled at those times.

We were all so young. Our journey had only just begun and the future was promised to us as the jewel it is.

The time came when your steps and mine no longer fell together. Different paths beckoned to us. You went your way. I went mine. How faint the echoes of my journey. I can no longer trace the moment when we last walked together. I don't recall the instance of goodbye or even if there was one. My feeble memories only hold that moment that you were no longer there.

Life's path folded through the trees and I still feel the moments that my footsteps fell on those downward slopes. To keep my footing I had to rush. My breath quickened and I focused on staying upright. I dare say that I was not always successful. There were times I found myself sprawled on the ground aching from my tumble.

There were others too. Some who smiled at me and recognized that together our journeys forge a path. I walk with them. They walk with me. Together our footsteps beat a melody.
There were others too. Some who were angry that my steps slowed their journey. Pushing past me in a hurry to get where they are going. How faint now are their echoes?

My journey continues and the echoes of our moments are faint. I can no longer see your footsteps. I can no longer hear your laughter. I can no longer taste my name as it falls off your tongue.

But in the faint whispers of our echoes I wonder. Where do your footsteps dance? How loud does the sunshine laugh as it flutters across your face? How wide are the paths that you have forged?

Yes, I wonder...
How faint the echoes?