Echoes of the past sail gently on the wind.
Their reflection, on a current, rippling through time.
A fragment of a thought, a glimer of a feeling.
Keeping pace with eagles as they glide through the breeze.
Flurry around my ears, then rustle through the branches.
Whispering lightly past me, floating towards the distance.
Disappearing in a moment as they drift through the air.
Keep the conversation going;